Author Archives: Hayden Coombs

In Porto’s heart, where history blends,Cultural gems, their story transcends. Azulejo tiles in hues so bright,Paint tales of old in the soft daylight. Majestic churches, towers that soar,Legends of explorers, tales of yore. Cellars deep below, where port wine sleeps,In this city’s soul, its birthright keeps. Porto’s culture, in each landmark’s sight,Echoes its past, aContinue reading “Porto”

Charity, sweet innocence, and true grace,Still blossoming in life’s fair, tender spring,Her laughter dances like a soft embrace,A melody that makes my heartstrings sing. Her eyes, like windows to a world unknown,Reflect the purity that lies within,A love so deep, like seeds that once were sown,In her, I see a future to begin. Each dayContinue reading “Sweet Innocence”

Upon this stage, I play my father’s part,A role of love and tender, boundless care,For in my arms, I hold a precious heart,A daughter’s grace, a joy beyond compare. She wears a crown of innocence so bright,Her laughter, like the sweetest serenade,In her, I find my purpose and my light,A bond so strong, by destiny’sContinue reading “Girl Dad”

In hushed moments, it whispers in my ear,A specter called Imposter takes its stand,It tells me I’m unworthy, insincere,A phony in this scholar-ladened land. Though accolades and praise around me ring,Doubt weaves its web with threads of dissension,It paints my triumphs with a tarnished sting,And obscures my thoughts with trepidation. But let me cast thisContinue reading “Imposter Takes Its Stand”

In hours of leisure, time slips through my grasp,As restless thoughts and duties go unmet,With tasks postponed, anxiety does clasp,Its icy fingers ’round my mind, beset. The to-do list, a weight upon my soul,Yet still, I falter, letting moments flee,With every passing day, stress takes its toll,Deadlines loom like shadows haunting me. Oh, cruel struggle,Continue reading “Shadows Haunting Me”

Of fathers and of sons, this tale I share,Whose friendship true hath stood the test of time.A bond that strengthens with each passing care,In harmony and love, their hearts align. His tiny hands that grasp in pure delight,They journey through the world, a joyful pair.In innocence, they see the world so bright,With a love andContinue reading “Friendship Beyond Compare”

In merry jest, I wear a painted smile,Though in my heart, the shadows gently creep,For all around, they expect all the while,A jovial spirit, not prone to weep. I play the role, the jester in the crowd,With laughter’s mask, I hide my inner strife,To meet their hopes, I speak, I laugh so loud,Yet deep within,Continue reading “A Painted Smile”

Before the glass, a stranger I behold,A face that wears a mask of distant woe,The eyes that once shone bright, now tired and cold,A twisted visage, lost in shadows’ flow. It seems the mirror lies, or I have changed,The self I knew, now lost in misty haze,Within my mind, emotions rearranged,In this distorted glass, I’mContinue reading “This Distorted Glass”

In Portugal, my heart finds home once more,A land of beauty, history, to explore,I yearn to take my family there one day,And in its wonders, let our spirits sway. To Sintra’s hills, I’ll lead my loving wife,Where nature’s grace and architecture thrive,For in this place, as stunning as the sea,Her beauty shines, a perfect harmony.Continue reading “Heart’s Home”

In Lisbon’s heart, where passions flare,Two football giants, fierce rivals, stare,Sporting and Benfica, their colors bold,In battles of glory, their tales are told. Sporting, the Lions, fierce and proud,Their history rich, their voices loud,Green and white their emblem’s grace,In the Sporting heart, there’s no empty space. Benfica, the Eagles, with wings that soar,Their fans inContinue reading “Lisbon Derby”