Poetry
Hope & Prayer
I heard father once said;Son, things will get better soon.Mother launches into fastingNothing is beyond prayer’s power’ She said. Days of unaccomplished dreams count years.Still,
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I heard father once said;Son, things will get better soon.Mother launches into fastingNothing is beyond prayer’s power’ She said. Days of unaccomplished dreams count years.Still,
I will be happy if you kill meBecause you didn’t leave meto experience much of the tragedy of this world,At least I will not be
I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches,the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back,clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place.I
He waited till his mother went around the house chanting prayers to all his siblings before Ms. Rukhaiyah came to the front to where he
The creeps of chill down the spine,As if a tarantula ran through my back, With pain and struggle I threw myself –Of my comfort. The vision
Mother was born in the rift of time…The Elizabethans showed her the way;Took her shoes away,And left the Catholic Hymns in her mouth.Mother don’t know
If I could go back in time, I’d definitely go back to feel them feelings twice again,Only to remind my previous self that it’ll eventually
Frozen nose and palms, I watch the city lighting up, As its people close their eyesTo sleep. To the slow music I smile in rhythm,
It was absolutely the first time that they met,They didn’t have any piece of evidence,The future that would be waiting for them,The feelings they never
I looked out through my arched window,Only one thing around there still had blooms on,Among the silver leaves, delicate and graceful snowdropsWhich transformed a classic
I used to wonderhow I would growand yet still fit in the skin I’m in.If we would grow together,me and my skin.Well, we seemed to
How often do I forget that I’m in prison,Bound and in chains,By a devouring monster,That eats up anything good it sees. The monster hates change,The
Within life’s chaos and busy daily routine I found youTrying to teach me some of the best lessons of life; Within the first, weird and
Head in the clouds, Soul on the brink Of salvation and/or annihilation At any/every moment. The signs in the sky Appear to point out our
To the ones who stay silent in air filled with words, I can hear you Your lips sealed but mind wide awake, I know what
The poetry is the deep philosophy of the cry and laugh. It is the unseen language which touches our soul bitterly and joyful. The poetry is
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at