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That was a request, not a sentence.
Should have said pet me again.
what does pet eman?

Hahaha...

Ok, turn on your visual imagination.

Picture a cat sitting beside the pompous chair of a very powerful woman. Picture her brushing its head with her hand...She is petting her cat.

:P

You aren't my cat. lol. Its like a pat on the back...but it implies that I am your master. :P
 
Hahaha...

Ok, turn on your visual imagination.

Picture a cat sitting beside the pompous chair of a very powerful woman. Picture her brushing its head with her hand...She is petting her cat.

:P

You aren't my cat. lol. Its like a pat on the back...but it implies that I am your master. :P
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ok, don't pet me any further, woman.
 
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It's been a while since I've posted anything in here. Here's a poem which probably only makes sense to me and God...when I wrote it sitting outside at like 3am a few nights ago.

There is no wind tonight,
I sit here gazing at the sky amid solid aether,
I live in a poem where love exits and life is bliss,
Makes me sway as the nightfall descends and hubris ascends,
I live in God’s mercy,
His smile mine own,
I practice true magic, my truth unknown,
I hold out my hand and the aether is quick,
His voice, my voice,
In the air so thick.

Wow That blew me away...truly amazing. MashaALlah.
 
the construction is superb and the words you chose mesh perfectly with what ur trying to portray..........TOP NOTCH
 
im going to admit something.


i never really digested a poem of yours in silence and taken the time to appreciate it.

but now that i have, subhanAllah... it really is something i can relate to...
 
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There is no wind tonight,
I sit here gazing at the sky amid solid aether,
I live in a poem where love exits and life is bliss,
Makes me sway as the nightfall descends and hubris ascends,
I live in God’s mercy,
His smile mine own,
I practice true magic, my truth unknown,
I hold out my hand and the aether is quick,
His voice, my voice,
In the air so thick
.

wahahaaaooowwwwwwwwww

ohh myyyyy

:ooh:



:ooh: !!!!!


subhanAllaaah!!


sis i dont think ive read a poem i liked this much in time, mashAllaah !!!

trust me, i NEVER comment unless i mean it


ps: using that bold part on msn :thumbs_up it resounds such sincerity subhanAllaah
 
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Oh my.

Feeding the ego is never a good thing.

It is really a gift not a skill. I just write when it comes to me. I know how absolutely fruity that sounds..but it's true.

I am so glad you liked it. You may use it as you wish on msn or watever. :)

I shall continue to share as I see fit.

Thank you so much for the compliments.

Ws.
 
I don't think this is a poem...

So lost,
Keeping silent seems pointless,
I speak;yap, to out-scream the pain.

I hide from me,
but from you I cannot.
I bleed from within
but feel it? I do not.

I can't process this one,
I'm definitely failing now
I've lost all I've built,
It's not them, this time
I'm the fault....

I deserve nothing but pain...
I can't tell a soul,
I think I've lost game
and I don't want to play again.
 
Completely in denial I set out in the morn,
Questioning the likes of things I should just leave alone.
Making faces at these people who think they know what is,
Frowning upon those who touch you and make you freeze.

I fill myself with space so it gets hard to reach me,
Others breeze past, blind to what they see.
I'm a sister- clearly, blatantly, blunty- I'm in your face,
But who can see me and the anguish I cover with my grace.

Who heard that sound; that cry I just made?
They don't even notice as my inner light fades.
The windows to the soul have been placed upon my face-
But alas they lie, hidden so well behind dark shades.

The next time you pass by one from your community,
Share a smile, a hello, an expression of some unity.
Perhaps they have a story to tell, something you should know,
Perhaps they have a prayer to make, for you and those who may follow.
 

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