Tag: poetry

  • Peace

    Belying my exterior,
    That serene scene saunters into view of my mind’s eye.
    Driving to a destination that isn’t,
    Until my fuel is spent,
    Effortlessly emerge from the vehicle,
    And continue on foot,
    Until I am spent.
    Finally melding into the sand,
    Without a trace,
    I become one with time.
    Passing you by,
    Unnoticed.
    Finally at peace.

  • Solitude

    The rhythm and rhyme of this poem dances to the melody of my life. It has resonated with me since I first read it, and continues to echo the sentiments that unravel my composure, while simultaneously providing me with the awkward comfort of knowing that my struggles are not new, nor unique. As troubled as I may be, it confirms that what plagues me is as common as the cold which demands no special treatment except a common remedy for a common ailment. Let her words speak.

    Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    Laugh, and the world laughs with you:
    Weep, and you weep alone;
    For the sad old earth
    Must borrow its mirth,
    It has trouble enough of its own.

    Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
    The echoes bound
    To a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.

    Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
    They want full measure
    Of all your pleasure,
    But they do not want your woe.

    Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all;
    There are none to decline
    Your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

    Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by;
    Succeed and give,
    And it helps you live,
    But it cannot help you die.

    There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a long and lordly train;
    But one by one
    We must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.

  • Sometimes

    sometimes, they’re just beaten into submission

    and we assume their lifelessness is actually death

    when in fact, they’re just cowering out of fear

    hoping that no one will notice them

    but then they wither away because they were not noticed.

     

    sometimes, we find that the smallest things have the greatest impact

    but fail to notice that the small things were actually the big things

    but we were too distracted to notice.

     

    sometimes, life happens while we’re making other plans

    sometimes, death happens while we’re making other plans

    sometimes…we over-think life while forgetting to live

  • Change is Imminent

    eatandbeawesome:

    Here’s some poetry I wrote, cuz I was boredddd. 

    Asalaam Alaikum wa rahmatullah

    Bismillah

    You’ll have to excuse me I developed this with a quick pace so allow me some space as I translate the case of the mistaken race and the warfare we face

    As a community wrought with disunity under constant scrutiny by our fearless enemies I feel the need to channel some energy and create some synergy

    The last time I spoke of a story, it was one of glory, about a man of authority, the goal was to shuffle your inventory, you see our lives have become oh so regulatory.

    In a constant state of reaction towards some illegal action, we’ve made ourselves a faction that serves as a distraction while the real villains roam with satisfaction

    You didn’t need to show me that Find Kony was a phony, yet society seems to own me, and my mind is so lonely without the media to control me and so,

    I resort to blogging on a social website about the battles I fight where on the same night I feel its my right to point out I’m right and the destruction I type on someone’s profile pic could make the Companions sick because im such a hypocrite.

    You ask me about change on a global range, while you hold the reigns and lead the campaign of delivering pains to those you claim to love without blame.

    You want rights brother, start respecting your mother.

    You want respect sister, stop flirting with that mister

    The key to revolution begins with evolution and dissolution of our primal confusion that requires a fusion of respect minus intrusion and a mental ablution so in CONCLUSION.

    Implement moderation with a desire for education for that is the foundation that leads to the equation for a united nation

    Change is Imminent

    I really enjoyed this on different levels and thought it worth sharing. 🙂

  • I am an anomaly

    I am anomalous by design

    But fragile by nature

    Harsh to the touch

    But soft to the embrace

    Gentle to the meek

    But arrogant to the fake

    I am disdainfully naive

    But endearingly innocent

    Absent when wanting

    But ever present when needed

    I am anomalous

    I am me

  • All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.

    ― J.R.R. Tolkien

    (via sohumanandflawed)

  • The coolness of my eyes
    The garment of my soul
    ‘tis all I need to make me whole

    My lips on her lips
    From whence she sipped
    Will fill the void, between cup and lip

    Beauty reserved
    For the beholder beholden
    Elevates her words, still unspoken

    Bejewelled with modesty
    But never frigid
    ‘tis a treasure, rarely acquired

    My companion eludes me
    My resolve still unshaken
    Never will I rest, until I’m taken

    My Future Wife

    by Cynically Jaded

  • Still

    Still…Is how my heart no longer beats for you

    These demons, they thrive because of you

    Still…Ravaged by the betrayal of you

    Yearning for that which was never to be with you

    Still…Can’t believe what I saw was not you

    The silence of the night is noisy without you

    Still…A stranger in this world just like you

    I continue to ache at the thought of you

    Still…I think of you…wistfully

    Although you’ve earned not much more than scorn from me