Nicole Anne Sia
Biography of Nicole Anne Sia
Nicole Anne Sia is a young passionate poet who is willing to share to the world her poems. She started writing poems by the age of nine. However, not all poems were saved. Hence, the poems she’ll be posting are the once that are written at the time she started saving them.
PS: She normally uses other people's point-of-view (POV) whenever she writes her poems. In some of her poems, she may use a first-person POV. This is to connote a first-hand insight on particular themes she writes about.
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Nicole Anne Sia Poems
The Rarest Jem
I was on a mission To find the rarest jem. I gathered all my friends And told my plan to them.
We sat together on the sand, Overlooking the sunset’s view. And then you slowly took my hand, Walked on the shore like we used to.
Thousand seeds, thousand flowers, Each one yields different powers. Each one’s purposes, however, Must be nourished altogether.
A turbulent rainy day was that morn Of my plane trip off to somewhere. The perverse weather was truly forlorn, Requiring patience ‘til it’s fair.
What is it like to be in Europe, The most wonderful place to be? What beautiful sights are to await, This tourist who’d want to sight-see?
How do we grasp the depth of the deep? How do we climb the steps of the steep? How do we say the words of the wise? How do we break the fake of the lies?
A Dream's Completion
As a kid I always dreamed very high As though my dreams could touch the sky. But now, unsure of achieving my dream Fearing things won't go as they seem.
My Master's Tale
The moonlight wavered as the clouds drift by Sprinkled our heads with sheer white snow. My neigh faltered as I uttered a cry Seeing things dim, nothing aglow.
On A Traveler's Good-Bye
How does the traveler say a 'good-bye', When along the road she stumbles upon The backpack of nostalgia and of sighs She ought to trudge with by the break of dawn?
Breathing The Same Sky
Isn't it queer how you and I Breathe under a similar sky Yet ponder of various thoughts That little of which had I sought.
Rising From The Song Of Politics
The night be dark as the music plays; Trembling shadows go astray. The light be gone while the song conveys A message only shades portray.
Path ahead's obscure Dimmed by certain fate. But is it the cure Or is it a bait?
The Bliss Of Forever
Where, upon these vows, does forever lie? Is it in the depth of one’s promises? Is it the mere act of betrothal tie? Is it within fidelity’s kisses?
I’m now at the autumn of my days Where my wrinkled skin did belong. I stared at the mirror, soothing my face, As pigmentations run along.
Thousand seeds, thousand flowers,
Each one yields different powers.
Each one’s purposes, however,
Must be nourished altogether.
Of the seeds sown in that field,
All were honed in a protective shield.
Most had sprouted, most had grown,
Yet there’s one that’s left alone.