I Must Not Die Empty
I must not die empty, for the world awaits,
With open arms, its wonders and its fates.
A canvas vast, ready to be coloured and inked,
A consonance of life, waiting to be linked.
In the hollow of my soul, there lies my dreams,
Yearning to burst forth, to kiss the sky.
I cannot let them wither, or be unseen,
For my heart is a beacon, bright and keen.
With every breath, I must strive,
To let my spirit unfurl and thrive.
To taste the nectar of joy and pain,
To dance in the sunlight, to greet the rain.
I must not die empty, like a barren field,
Where seeds of inspiration refuse to yield.
A vessel I am of honour, with stories untold,
A tale waiting to be read and behold.
The world craves for my voice, and my song,
To mend what's broken, to right every wrong.
To paint upon the easel of destiny,
A masterpiece of life, a legacy.
I must not die empty, for this words reside,
In the depths of my being, waiting to be plied.
Sentences and stanzas, ripe with power,
To ignite hearts, to make them flower.
Each poem a brushstroke, a stroke of genius,
Weaving thoughts into melodies of sweetness.
With every verse, I strive to touch,
A single soul, a heart, with love as much.
I must not die empty, for poetry lives,
In my veins and arteries, it surely gives.
To breathe life into the mundane and mundane,
To make the ordinary, extraordinary, my aim.
Through the power of language, I'll convey,
Emotions untamed, where words softly sway.
To create a harmony of letters and sounds,
To inspire the world in its heartfelt bounds.
I must not die empty, for dreams are meant,
To be chased with fervor, with undying intent.
To climb the mountains of hope and desire,
To fuel the flames of passion, higher and higher.
In each moment lived, I'll find purpose,
In love and kindness, I'll immerse.
To leave footprints of compassion and grace,
From this life's journey, a lasting trace.
I must not die empty, but be reborn,
To endure the storms and embrace the thorns.
For through each hurdle and every struggle,
I'll emerge stronger, my spirit untangle.
In the legacy I leave, may others find,
Courage and strength, in their own mind.
To follow their dreams, to seek the light,
To let their hearts guide, to make things right.
I must not die empty, but be a vessel,
Of honour and power, to be untangled.
To live a life of purpose and of worth,
To make a difference in this cruel earth.
So as I embrace this journey, each day anew,
I'll let my dreams guide, my passions ensue.
For I must not die empty, not at all,
But leave a legacy, a life well recalled.
With open arms, its wonders and its fates.
A canvas vast, ready to be coloured and inked,
A consonance of life, waiting to be linked.
In the hollow of my soul, there lies my dreams,
Yearning to burst forth, to kiss the sky.
I cannot let them wither, or be unseen,
For my heart is a beacon, bright and keen.
With every breath, I must strive,
To let my spirit unfurl and thrive.
To taste the nectar of joy and pain,
To dance in the sunlight, to greet the rain.
I must not die empty, like a barren field,
Where seeds of inspiration refuse to yield.
A vessel I am of honour, with stories untold,
A tale waiting to be read and behold.
The world craves for my voice, and my song,
To mend what's broken, to right every wrong.
To paint upon the easel of destiny,
A masterpiece of life, a legacy.
I must not die empty, for this words reside,
In the depths of my being, waiting to be plied.
Sentences and stanzas, ripe with power,
To ignite hearts, to make them flower.
Each poem a brushstroke, a stroke of genius,
Weaving thoughts into melodies of sweetness.
With every verse, I strive to touch,
A single soul, a heart, with love as much.
I must not die empty, for poetry lives,
In my veins and arteries, it surely gives.
To breathe life into the mundane and mundane,
To make the ordinary, extraordinary, my aim.
Through the power of language, I'll convey,
Emotions untamed, where words softly sway.
To create a harmony of letters and sounds,
To inspire the world in its heartfelt bounds.
I must not die empty, for dreams are meant,
To be chased with fervor, with undying intent.
To climb the mountains of hope and desire,
To fuel the flames of passion, higher and higher.
In each moment lived, I'll find purpose,
In love and kindness, I'll immerse.
To leave footprints of compassion and grace,
From this life's journey, a lasting trace.
I must not die empty, but be reborn,
To endure the storms and embrace the thorns.
For through each hurdle and every struggle,
I'll emerge stronger, my spirit untangle.
In the legacy I leave, may others find,
Courage and strength, in their own mind.
To follow their dreams, to seek the light,
To let their hearts guide, to make things right.
I must not die empty, but be a vessel,
Of honour and power, to be untangled.
To live a life of purpose and of worth,
To make a difference in this cruel earth.
So as I embrace this journey, each day anew,
I'll let my dreams guide, my passions ensue.
For I must not die empty, not at all,
But leave a legacy, a life well recalled.
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