Fyàng Lücîkà: A Voice of Passion

Fyàng Lücîkà appears as a voice of sincerity and deep emotion. A Filipina poet, literary reviewer, and peace ambassador, she writes to be felt. Her words embrace the strength of someone who has endured, transformed, and chosen to rise again.

Known by her evocative pen name Phoenix Renascent, Lücîkà’s body of work is original in rebirth. Her poetry narrates experience and dances through it. After a life-altering turning point, she returned to writing in 2025 with renewed purpose, weaving both poetry and music as instruments of healing. This rebirth is metaphor and lived reality. As she writes in In Poetry, I Found My Purpose, her voice was once lost in the noise of expectation, only to be rediscovered as a force of truth:
Then poetry found me and opened my eyes, / Turned doubts into wings, taught me to rise.

Based in Southern Leyte, Lücîkà lives a life that bridges the grounded and the imaginative. She manages her family farm while nurturing a growing international literary community through Poetry Is Not Dead, the platform she founded to amplify voices across borders. Her work in the College Editors Guild of the Philippines further shaped her editorial sensitivity. It is her emotional clarity that defines her work.

Her poetry speaks across cultures because it addresses what is universal: longing, resilience, love, grief, and hope. In Wanderers, she captures the shared human condition with haunting grace:
We are wanderers in this life… / Bound forever by the echo of our quiet, drifting lives.
Here, identity dissolves into something collective, souls navigating time, tethered not by certainty, but by connection.

Peace is deeply personal and urgently global in her writing. In A Quiet World, she imagines a future shaped not by power, but by empathy:
Your pain is not apart from me.
This line encapsulates her philosophy as a peace ambassador, in shared humanity.

She understands the duality of strength and concealment, writing with striking awareness in her reflection on poets: that they weave pain into words rather than expose it raw. This tension between what is felt and what is shown gives her poetry its layered depth. It is also where her resilience resides.

Her poems on love, such as In Sea of Faces, I Find You and Celestial Love, reveal a tenderness that feels both intimate and cosmic. Love, in her world, is gravity, so steady, inevitable, and transformative.

In The Audacity of Forgiveness, she reframes mercy as strength, asserting that forgiveness belongs to the one who heals.

There is also a playful, self-aware side to Lücîkà. In her humorous piece about dreaming in poetry, she reveals the relentless nature of her creative mind, one that refuses rest, even in sleep. It is a reminder that for her, poetry is not merely a craft; it is a state of being.

Her philosophy of writing is perhaps most clearly expressed in I Write for the World:
I did not write these words to chase applause… / Maybe one day a lonely soul will read it… and feel less alone.
This quiet intention defines her voice. She seeks connection.

As a founder, she understands legacy. In The Root Will Remain, she reflects on the enduring presence of those who begin something meaningful. It is a subtle declaration of her own role as a foundation builder in the literary space.

Fyàng Lücîkà writes from the intersections of identity, spirituality, and emotion. Her work invites reflection. She is a wanderer who found her flame and now lights the path for others.

(Vo Thi Nhu Mai, Western Australia)

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WANDERERS
We are wanderers in this life, drifting through misted sky,
Lanterns fading by the river where unanswered questions lie.
Silent mountains keep our secrets in their ancient, stony veins,
Every step a fleeting memory that softly knows our pains.
Cherry blossoms fall like whispers on the paths we used to trace,
Footprints swallowed by the distance, by the wind’s unyielding pace.
Still we chase the same horizon where the dusk and dawn collide,
Two lost souls in passing seasons, with the stars as our guide.

Carry me where rivers remember the name I once let go,
Through the storm and through the silence where the coldest currents flow.
We are strangers yet we’re woven from the same celestial thread,
Wandering hearts that keep on searching for the words we never said.

Paper boats upon the water carry dreams we cannot speak,
Broken vows like fragile teacups trembling softly, pale and weak.
Still the moon keeps gently calling, pulling tides inside our chest,
Even lost, we keep on moving, never fully finding rest.

Carry me where rivers remember, where the silence calls my name,
Through the fire, through the ashes, through the sorrow, through the flame.
We are wanderers in this life, yet not alone beneath the skies,
Bound forever by the echo of our quiet, drifting lives.

A QUIET WORLD
Imagine a morning without fear,
Where borders fade and skies are clear.
No sirens cry, no shadows fall,
Just open hearts that welcome all.

Where hands once clenched in rage and might
Now build together, light by light.
And words are bridges, not a blade,
In every tongue, let peace be made.

Let children laugh in every land,
No war to steal what dreams have planned.
Let rivers run without regret,
No tears of loss, no hearts unmet.

The world, once torn by grief and flame,
Finds healing not in pride or name,
But in the truth we learn to see,
Your pain is not apart from me.

So plant your hope where hate once grew,
Let kindness be the path we choose.
And in each soul, let courage start:
A quiet world begins in heart.

I WRITE FOR THE WORLD
I don’t mind if nobody notices my poem,
if it drifts quietly through the endless crowd.
I did not write these words to chase applause,
or gather attention like flowers in a restless hand.

I write because my heart needs a voice,
because the world needs whispers of truth.
Maybe one day a lonely soul will read it in the silence of midnight
and feel less alone,
That is enough for me.

For I write for the world not for attention,
but for the quiet hope that somewhere
a heart understands.

ONE IS ENOUGH

I don’t need a thousand fleeting eyes,
That come and go like changing skies,
Nor voices that applaud my flame,
Then vanish when I’m not the same.

I do not seek the crowd’s delight,
That fades away with morning light,
I long for something soft and true,
A heart that stays when I break through.

One soul that sees me as I am,
Not just the fire, but the calm,
That holds my hand through storm and rain,
And doesn’t leave when I feel pain.

In brightest days, they’d smile with me,
Not from afar, but faithfully,
And in my darkest, quiet night,
They’d still believe I’ll find the light.

So let the world admire and part,
I only need one steady heart,
To choose me whole, both scar and grace,
And call my soul a resting place.

THE BEAUTY OF POETRY

Capturing every moment in life
Uniquely expressed through appreciation and empathy
The most beautiful poems are about the most tiny unforgettable scenes

Jotting down your feelings freely
You explore your senses…
FEARLESS
UNRESTRICTED

Write as quick as you can
Without worrying about plots, character motivations, or anything
Just focus on what you want

You rhyme
You imagine
You can be literal

Poetry is everything
Without having to be anything

(UNTITLED HUMOROUS POEM)

Even in my dreams, I’m still writing poetry,
While normal people snore, I chase literary glory.
They count sheep one, two, three,
I count syllables: one-two-three.

My pillow sighs, “Please just rest your head,”
But I’m rhyming “exhausted” with “slightly undead.”
The blanket wraps me in warm embrace,
While I argue with a metaphor about space.

The moon shows up with editorial glare,
“That second stanza? Repair.”
Even stars blink twice in critique,
“Your rhythm’s off by just one beat.”

I once dreamed I married a rhyme,
We divorced for mismatching meter in time.
The judge, a stern semicolon, declared,
“Too many pauses. You never shared.”

My nightmares aren’t ghosts or dramatic screams
It’s losing the perfect line mid-dream.
I wake up shouting, “Wait! That line was gold!”
Now it’s gone. My subconscious sold.

Even my alarm clock ticks in verse,
A punctual, poetic universe.
I rise with ink on my sleepy face,
Chasing a stanza that vanished without a trace.

So if I look tired, please understand
I was drafting epics in dreamland.
For even in sleep, my mind won’t cease
Poetry haunts me… and I call it peace.

THE AUDACITY OF FORGIVENESS

They forgot their sin
The wound they carved
The wrong they dealt

Yet here you stand
The one with a heart wide enough
To forgive the hand that cut you

Audacious mercy
They call it grace
But it is your strength
Not their redemption

And now they say they forgive you
For what?
When you were the one betrayed?

In that quiet power,
You rise above their forgetting
Untouched
Unshaken
Alive

While their audacity fades
Against the force of your truth.

IMPACT ARCHITECT

I’m an Impact Architect, building dreams that connect,
Brick by brick, I rise, I won’t neglect.
Changing the game, I design my fate,
Every move I make, I elevate.

Wake up every morning, vision crystal clear,
Blueprints in my mind, no room for fear.
Breaking ceilings, bending rules, rewriting the map,
Every failure’s a lesson, never a trap.

I see the future, I shape the scene,
Turn the ordinary into something supreme.
Voices doubting? Nah, I just redirect,
Every step I take, I’m an Impact Architect.

Light the spark, watch it glow,
Every idea, watch it grow.
We don’t follow, we project,
Every dream, we architect.

I’m an Impact Architect, building dreams that connect,
Stacking visions like towers in the sky,
When the world says “why?” I just reply: “Why not try?”

Challenge the ordinary, innovate the norm,
I’m a storm of action, passion in full form.
Hustle with heart, strategy in my hand,
I don’t just talk, I make a stand.

Legacy in motion, every project I select,
Power in my purpose, I’m an Impact Architect.

Turn your doubts into fire,
Fuel your dreams, take them higher.
Every setback’s just a test,
Build your empire, be your best.

So rise, create, don’t wait for fate,
Design your path, don’t hesitate.
Impact in motion, what I project,
This is the life of an Impact Architect.

IN A SEA OF FACES, I FIND YOU

In a sea of people, my eyes will only search for you,
through crowded streets and shifting skies of blue.
A thousand faces may pass me by,
but none can hold me, none can catch my eye.

There’s something in you the world can’t replace,
a quiet gravity, a gentle grace.
Even in chaos, loud and wide,
you are the calm I feel inside.

My gaze may wander for a fleeting second,
but my heart already knows where it is beckoned.
It pulls me softly, steady and true,
until all I see… is only you.

And if the world should blur and fade,
and all its colors slowly cascade,
one light would still remain in view,
the endless glow that lives in you.

CELESTIAL LOVE

When the universe moves around us,
I forget where the stars begin
And where your eyes end,

Because even the night
Seems to borrow its light from you.

The moon hangs still
Just to watch your smile,
And the wind slows softly
As if it, too,
Is afraid to miss a moment of you.

Planets may wander
Through their endless silence,
But somehow my heart
Has learned only one orbit,
The quiet gravity of your love.

Time bends differently
When your hand finds mine,
Seconds become forever,
And forever feels small
Standing this close to you.

And if the whole universe
Is forever in motion,
Let it spin as it pleases,
As long as in all that turning,
It keeps bringing me back to you.

IN POETRY, I FOUND MY PURPOSE

I walked through silence, searching for light,
Carrying dreams I was too scared to write,
Lost in the noise of who I should be,
Forgetting the power that lived inside me.

Then poetry found me and opened my eyes,
Turned doubts into wings, taught me to rise,
Each word was a spark, each line a flame,
Calling me forward, whispering my name.

I learned that my voice was meant to be heard,
That strength can be written in every word,
No longer afraid of the path I pursue,
I found my purpose in being true.

Not chasing applause, not needing to prove,
Just trusting the rhythm that helps me move,
For deep in my heart, I finally see,
My purpose is living the truth of me.