Poem – Page 2 – Dr. Mazlan Abbas

Poem: Whispers of Dawn in Kuala Lumpur City

My Travelogue Poem

Melting Pot Serenade

Photo by Muhammad Faiz Zulkeflee on Unsplash

In the glow of dawn, my dear Kuala Lumpur rises,

Bathed in soft hues, the city surprises.

A melting pot awakened under morning’s first light,

Cultures blend seamlessly, an inspiring sight.

Malay, Chinese, Indian, each greets the day,

In every smile, gesture, a shared way.

As the sun ascends, the city’s heart beats anew,

In every corner, every hue, unity we view.

Beneath Petronas Towers, morning’s first rays gleam,

Reflecting dreams and hopes, a collective esteem.

Sultan Abdul Samad’s silhouette against the sky,

Bears witness to history, as time goes by.

At sunrise, street vendors their delicacies prepare,

Aromas waft, inviting, a culinary affair.

As dusk falls, dining under a sky so vast,

In every flavor, the essence of Kuala Lumpur cast.

Shops aglow at twilight, under a canopy of stars,

From day’s end to night’s start, the city never mars.

Treasures found, memories made in evening’s embrace,

In Kuala Lumpur’s markets, a multicultural trace.

Green spaces flourish in the day’s first and last light,

An urban oasis, morning and evening’s delight.

A serene interlude from the city’s rapid pace,

In gardens and parks, nature’s gentle face.

Economic vitality pulses, from dawn till dusk,

In Kuala Lumpur’s fervor, a city robust.

As day transitions to night, ambitions soar,

In this metropolis, opportunities galore.

Cultural expressions flourish in the light of dawn and eve,

In art and performance, what we conceive.

The city’s soul in these moments, vividly unfurled,

In Kuala Lumpur’s canvas, a masterpiece world.

With connectivity that spans, as day shifts to night,

Kuala Lumpur stands resolute, a beacon of light.

A crossroads of the world, in every morning’s new start,

In every sunset, the city’s enduring heart.

So here I witness, in the light of dawn and dusk,

Kuala Lumpur, my pride, in tranquility and bustle, robust.

A jewel of Malaysia, in sunrise and sunset’s glow,

In every moment, every day, its beauty we bestow.

Poem: Backstage to Center Stage

Transforming from reserved to resilient.

In my school days, a quiet shadow, I’d glide,

Amongst the crowds, yet always aside.

Words were my refuge, not people, I’d say,

In the realm of silence, I’d quietly stay.

With friends few, and whispers soft,

In my comfort zone, I’d loft.

A world so small, yet deep and vast,

Where time and thoughts would gently pass.

But life, it turns, it twists, it sways,

Led me down unexpected ways.

An academic’s path I chose to tread,

Speaking out loud, my growing dread.

Lectures to give, students to meet,

My heart would race, skip every beat.

Yet, with each word, each presentation,

I found a new sense of elation.

Research papers, local and global stages,

Pushed me through my self-built cages.

Speaking of findings, sharing my quest,

In every conference, I’d give my best.

Still, social gatherings weren’t my flair,

In those moments, I’d gasp for air.

But change, it beckoned, with a force so strong,

Into the world of business, I was drawn.

An entrepreneur, with a vision new,

Meeting people, my network grew.

Pitches and deals, handshakes and smiles,

Traversing through countless miles.

In this new world, I found my voice,

In vibrant dialogues, I’d rejoice.

No longer the introvert in silent retreat,

But a speaker, a leader, never to defeat.

Now I stand, transformed, renewed,

In social realms, no longer subdued.

The journey was long, the challenges vast,

But in the art of conversation, I’m cast.

From a quiet spirit to a vibrant soul,

In every interaction, I play a role.

No longer the shadow, but in the light,

Engaging, sharing, shining bright.

This is my story, a metamorphosis rare,

From solitude to a social flair.

A testament to growth, to change, to dare,

In the dance of life, I now take my share.

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How Medium Shaped My Voice (A Poem)

Crafting Dreams

Upon the vast and endless Medium stage,

I stood, a novice, at the very edge.

English, not my tongue, a barrier it seemed,

Yet, within me, a passionate writer dreamed.

My early words stumbled, fell flat, unrefined,

In the craft of language, I was nearly blind.

My articles, brief, lacking depth or flair,

Felt like echoes in an empty square.

No readers lingered, no followers to find,

Just my lone voice, in the digital wind.

Comments, claps – they were nowhere in sight,

In the writers’ realm, I had yet to ignite.

But a spark within me refused to dim,

Against the tide, I learned to swim.

With every article, every line,

I saw my own progress, a gradual incline.

Medium’s writers, with open arms and minds,

Showed me that growth is what one finds.

They shared their knowledge, their art, their soul,

In their sea of words, I found my role.

I learned to craft headlines, to allure,

To weave my words, make my voice pure.

My grammar strengthened, my vocabulary grew,

In the language of Shakespeare, I found my cue.

From a shaky start, my confidence soared,

With each new piece, my spirit roared.

My followers increased, claps began to rain,

No longer did I write in vain.

In this community, I found my pace,

Each helpful tip, a warm embrace.

I am a writer, no longer in fear,

On Medium’s expanse, I steer my sphere.

From a timid voice, now clear and strong,

I share my story, I belong.

My journey, a testament to perseverance,

In the world of words, I’ve found my resonance.

So here I am, in this vibrant throng,

Medium, the place where I belong.

With every word, I paint my dream,

On this vast canvas, I now gleam.

Let this poem be my heartfelt song,

A tribute to where I’ve come along.

For in this space, I’ve found my way,

In the heart of Medium, I will stay.

Poem: Echoes of Perseverance

Melodies from Life’s Battleground

In shadows of failure, I once dwelled in doubt,

A journey beset with the whispers of defeat,

Yet within my heart, a resilient shout,

Whispered of victories I had yet to meet.

I failed to walk, yet dreams beckoned me on,

Stumbling steps that faltered, yet grew strong,

With each fall, a resolve was redrawn,

In the symphony of struggle, I found my song.

I could not run, nor leap towards the sky,

Gravity mocked, yet spirit soared high,

From the ashes of attempts, I learned to fly,

Winning championships, under triumph’s cry.

High school’s end came without acclaim,

Paths traditional, I could not claim,

Yet, within the embers, a persistent flame,

To enter university, rewriting my name.

Years passed, and the right job eluded grasp,

Each rejection, a serpent’s venomous clasp,

Yet within me, a vision held tight clasp,

To forge my path, my future to unclasp.

From the echoes of ‘no,’ a new idea took wing,

Entrepreneurial dreams, to life I’d bring,

In the market’s harsh arena, I’d be king,

Creating success from each failing.

Failures many, like storms, did rage,

Yet each setback scripted wisdom’s page,

Resilience, my steadfast heritage,

Crafting from losses, a victorious stage.

For in each defeat, a lesson lay bare,

A stepping stone to reach somewhere,

With each misstep, I gathered rare,

Insights, turning despair to flair.

Now I stand, where once I fell,

A tale of triumph, I live to tell,

From the depths of failure’s well,

I rose, in success’s sunlight to dwell.

This journey, marked by time’s relentless test,

Proves within us all, lies a quest,

To turn failures into a zest,

And in our darkest hours, find our best.

So let these words, a beacon be,

For those who in their struggles, seek to see,

That every loss bears the key,

To unlock success’s vast, boundless sea.

Poem: Through the Lens of Lost Friendship

A Poem of Love and Friendship

Childhood friends – Best of friends. Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

In the heart of rolling hills, beneath the vast, blue sky,

Two souls embarked on life’s journey, side by side, they’d fly.

Raised in the rustic charm of a quaint, rural embrace,

Their laughter echoed in the fields, a heartwarming base.

Two children, pure and free, with dreams as wide as day,

In open fields and whispering woods, together they would play.

Best friends in sunlit meadows, worst enemies by night,

Yet by dawn’s gentle light, they’d find everything all right.

The bond is forever. Photo by Josue Michel on Unsplash

Through seasons’ swift transitions, their bond was forged in steel,

In the simplicity of country life, their friendship they’d reveal.

Sharing secrets, hopes, and fears, beneath the old oak tree,

In its shade, they’d ponder life, just where they loved to be.

But as the wheel of time spun on, life’s paths diverged apart,

Each chasing different dreams, yet connected at the heart.

Though miles came between them, their bond remained so strong,

In every whisper of the wind, their friendship tagged along.

As time flies. Photo by Sam McNamara on Unsplash

Years rolled into decades, life’s burdens took their toll,

Yet their shared past and memories played an everlasting role.

Then one day, a letter came, with news that struck like thorns,

One friend was gravely ill, his heart, it mourns and mourns.

The news pierced like winter’s frost through the other’s soul,

Regret for lost time surged, taking an unbearable toll.

Rushing back to that old town, to the fields of their youth,

To stand once more beside his friend, with love and heartfelt truth.

Feeling lonely. Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

In the quiet of a hospital room, hands found each other tight,

Eyes spoke of gratitude, of friendship’s enduring light.

Words were scarce, but unnecessary, for in their silent gaze,

Lay years of shared experiences, the golden childhood days.

They reminisced about the past, of petty fights and games,

Of dreams they had as children, before life changed their aims.

In those final moments, their past conflicts seemed so small,

For now, just being together was the greatest gift of all.

Best friend forever. Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

As the sun set on one life, the other held him close,

Whispering tearful goodbyes, love was what mattered most.

And when the final breath was drawn, and tears like rivers flowed,

The living friend knew in his heart, their bond would forever glow.

Though one had departed, their friendship would never fade,

For in the heart of the survivor, those childhood memories stayed.

In every whisper of the wind, in every rustling leaf,

He’d feel his friend’s presence, in joy, in love, in grief.

Their story tells of friendship’s force, beyond life’s fleeting span,

A bond that weathers every storm, since their shared tale began.

For in the essence of their souls, they were more than friends, they were kin,

A testament to love’s enduring power, held deeply within.

Love of friendship. Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash

Poem: Rising Phoenix

Verses of triumph over adversity

In the gloom of my darkest days, under life’s relentless haze,

Where shadows loom, and spirits fray, hope seems to lose its blaze.

Beaten down, with failures rife, I trudge the weary path,

Tired soul, burdened life, succumbing to despair’s wrath.

Yet in this abyss, I pause, feeling life’s unyielding jaws,

Grappling with my silent cause, fighting without applause.

Amidst the turmoil, a spark – a flicker of inner might,

Whispers, “Stand up from the dark,” urging me to fight.

From the depths of my despair, where hope seemed bleak and rare,

Emerges strength from nowhere, born from sheer will to dare.

In my heart, a flame ignites, dispelling fears and plight,

Guiding me through the nights, with newfound courage, bright.

With resolve, I rise again, shedding past pain and stain,

From the ashes, I refrain from succumbing to the bane.

Renewed, with vigor found, I stand on solid ground,

In my soul’s depths, profound, a resilient spirit is crowned.

The journey’s scars, etched deep, are lessons that I keep,

Reminders of the steep climbs, the valleys oh so bleak.

Yet, here I stand, revived, from trials, I’ve derived.

Strength, from woes survived, in triumph, I’ve arrived.

For every tear that’s shed, for each night filled with dread,

There’s a brighter path ahead, where hope and dreams are wed.

I rise, a phoenix free, from despair’s dark decree,

Embracing life’s decree, to be all I can be.

So when days are grim and dire, and I’m walking through the fire,

I’ll remember my inner spire, rising ever higher.

With each fall, I’ll rise, more wise, and fiercely apprise,

That within me lies the prize of tomorrow’s bright sunrise.

In every beaten, failed state, when I’m feeling far from great,

I’ll recall my power innate, to change my destined fate.

For in my heart, I know, no matter how low I bow,

I possess the glow, to rise, to conquer, to endow.

Poem: Journeys of the Heart

Travel Poem

In lands afar, across the sea and sky,

I ventured forth, my spirit riding high.

Each distant shore, with stories all its own,

In every face, a new world was shown.

From cobblestone streets bathed in history’s light,

To towering peaks under the stars at night,

Each journey taken, a brushstroke on the soul,

Painting a picture that makes one whole.

Amongst ancient ruins, under foreign suns,

I walked where empires’ tales were spun.

In bustling markets, scents and sounds entwine,

A symphony of life, uniquely divine.

Meeting eyes that spoke of untold tales,

In every smile, a friendship that prevails.

Language barriers, merely a thin veil,

Through genuine gestures, understanding would sail.

From the hush of deserts, vast and wide,

To verdant jungles, where mysteries reside,

Each landscape whispered secrets of its past,

In every moment, memories to last.

Learning cultures, rich and profound,

In every custom, common ground was found.

Dances, rituals, the pulse of life,

Amidst all differences, harmony was rife.

Breaking bread, in warmth and hospitality,

Shared human essence, transcending reality.

Seeing reflections of self in foreign eyes,

Realizing we share the same blue skies.

From icy fjords where silent waters speak,

To mountain villages, where peaks meet the meek,

Every sunset shared, a bond so deep,

In the tapestry of memory, woven to keep.

Through travels wide, understanding grew,

The beauty of diversity, ever true.

For every departure, an arrival within,

In the journey of life, we all kin.

So here’s to the roads, the seas, the skies,

To the endless horizons where our future lies.

May we carry the lessons from lands we roam,

And cherish them deeply, in the heart we call home.

Poem: Chapters of the Heart – A Lifelong Love

A Poem of Love

In the halls of youth where our journeys began,

Among the echoes of laughter, a timeless tale ran.

From the first shared glance in a crowded room,

We nurtured a love that would endlessly bloom.

Through the scribbled notes and stolen looks,

We wrote our story, not found in books.

With every passing day, our bond grew strong,

In a world of our own, where we belonged.

From the rush of youth to the calm of age,

Our love was the constant, through every stage.

Through triumphs and trials, joy and despair,

Our hearts remained one, an inseparable pair.

In the golden years, with our hair turned gray,

We reminisced about that first day.

The spark that ignited, so bright and warm,

Survived every storm, every reform.

With hands intertwined, we walked the path,

Guided by love, no aftermath.

From the bloom of youth to the autumn of life,

We stood together, husband and wife.

Our children grew, with wings to soar,

Leaving echoes of laughter, memories galore.

And then came the day, a new chapter to start,

Grandchildren arrived, joy of our heart.

In their eyes, we saw our past,

A love so profound, built to last.

Through their laughter, our legacy lived,

A testament to the love we always give.

Now here we sit, under the twilight sky,

Watching the stars, time passing by.

From the schoolyard days to the golden years,

Our journey was filled with shared cheers.

For in every wrinkle, every line,

Lies a memory, distinctly thine.

And as we gaze into the sunset, bright,

We know our love will endure the night.

So here’s to us, from start to end,

Lover, soulmate, and best friend.

From the moment we met, to our last breath,

Our love remains, beyond life, beyond death.

Poem: Undimmed by the Sun

Rising from Shadows

In the heart of night, where shadows loom and falter,

A soul whispers to the stars, unyielding, never to alter.

From the depths of despair, where silence reigns supreme,

Emerges a spirit, emboldened, chasing a dream.

Through the tapestry of failures, a resilient thread is spun,

A narrative of courage, undimmed by the sun.

Each setback, a lesson; each fall, a rise anew,

A journey of becoming, a path only a few pursue.

Amidst the tempests of doubt, a steadfast ship sails,

Guided by a heart that believes, where reason pales.

The waves of adversity, fierce and unkind,

Forge a will of steel, a resilient mind.

From the ashes of defeat, a phoenix takes flight,

Soaring above the clouds, a beacon of light.

In the crucible of hardship, character is made,

A testament to perseverance, that never shall fade.

Braving the storms, undeterred by the night,

Embracing the struggles, with all might.

In every scar, a story of victory is told,

A testament to bravery, bold and bold.

The summit beckons, with promises of new views,

A realm of possibilities, where dreams ensue.

Rising from the failures, a spirit reborn,

In the heart of hardship, a legend is born.

So march forth, intrepid soul, with hope as your guide,

Through the valleys of despair, with strides wide.

For in the end, it’s not the triumphs that we recall,

But the brave journey through hardships, standing tall.

To write is to express, not to repress.
To write is to inspire, not to suppress.
To write is to share, not to withhold.
To write is to adapt, not to remain rigid.
To write is to innovate, not to conform.
To write is to persist, not to give up.
To write is to nurture resilience, not to weaken resolve.
To write is to gain wisdom, not to lack insight.
To write is to challenge norms, not to settle for the ordinary.
To write is to progress ideas, not to regress into stagnation.
To write is to welcome opportunities, not to shy away from them.
To write is to achieve eventual success, not to succumb to defeat.
To write is to evolve thoughts, not to remain static in mindset.
To write is to explore new narratives, not to dwell in the same old stories.
To write is to create, not to destroy creativity.

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Poem: Whispers of Dawn in Kuala Lumpur City

My Travelogue Poem

Melting Pot Serenade

Poem: Backstage to Center Stage

Transforming from reserved to resilient.

Check out my other poems:

How Medium Shaped My Voice (A Poem)

Crafting Dreams

Poem: Echoes of Perseverance

Melodies from Life’s Battleground

Poem: Through the Lens of Lost Friendship

A Poem of Love and Friendship

Poem: Rising Phoenix

Verses of triumph over adversity

Poem: Journeys of the Heart

Travel Poem

Poem: Chapters of the Heart – A Lifelong Love

A Poem of Love

Poem: Undimmed by the Sun

Rising from Shadows

“To Write” in 15 Ways

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Melting Pot Serenade

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