Everything will be okay;
as long as you stay by me.
When your world is a blur
and you feel unsure;
you can count on me.
I know you just need a friend.
I'll be there til' the end.
You can wait and see.
The world can still be beautiful,
but you've always been beautiful to me.
I dream of a little home
Where each brick in that home is built with love
Our bedroom would be on the East side
So that the first sunrays of each morning would caress our face and wake us up
Our little home would have a huge backyard
Where I would grow a vegetable garden
The front yard would have a little fountain and a bird house.
I would also plant white rose, yellow marygold and pink lily
Our love would blossom each day like these flowers.
Our living room window would have a
mounted cat bed
Our lazy cat would curl between us when we watch movies sitting on the couch
I dream of a simple life,
Where you and me
Fill ourselves with love and support.
We would hold each other's back, and grow with eachother
Every morning would be a beautiful morning because you would be the first one I would see
And every night would be blissful, because I can sleep on your chest.
This is all I dream,
A dream for you and me.
She's a beautiful disaster with scars on her wrists and she said, "I'm glad I'm not dead, cause this'd be a bitch to have to talk about. I couldn't do that to my family and friends
So let's not talk about it. "I'm fine."
So let's not talk about it. "I'm doing fine."
And I know you never listen.
And I know you never care.
And I know you don't believe in love.
And probably never will.
She said, "I've been feeling like I'm losing grip on what I know. Between the distances I've gone and all those places left to go. And I was hoping maybe this time I could head up north, leave that awful past behind me.
And when the sinews break and the heart sinks to the stomach, I feel a retching in the back of my throat.
I told myself it didn't matter.
I wouldn't feel it anymore.
That I wouldn't look back at the bridges that I've torched.
Things always seem to work out for the worse."
Over many centuries of Irish history
seeds were sown laying trouble ahead
indigenous and settlers, politics and religion
cause and effect would leave thousands dead
Praying to one God but divided in belief
bigotry blinding the faithful's sight
all wrongs blamed on the other side
too many believing they can only be right
Famine brought starvation and mass emigration
centuries old disputes festered in bad blood
1916 brought a rising with men imprisoned and shot
Irishmen killed in Dublin and in world war French mud
A European armistice achieved then a Home Rule debate
nationalists and loyalists entrenched like never before
an Ireland then divided leading to a "Free State" civil war
could this ravaged isle take any more ?
An uneasy peace until the late 60s
then civil rights protests and order broke down
bloodshed and violence returned once more
Ulster hearts broken in every city and every town
This beautiful land's history can still stain the present
troubles can still threaten but much work has been done
each new generation must find the common ground
where lies lasting peace without the bomb and the gun
My heartbeat increases with your gait like swan
My sweetheart I am ready to give my life in pawn
What a beauty of universe she is a perfect paragon
She takes me on from night till pure perfect dawn
What a beauty which has cordoned love all around
When together we are neither on sky nor on ground
The moment I saw you I am in trance and astound
Your charisma carries along your beauty traits abound
My beloved come in this snowfall to play together
Our romance will bloom in a beautiful silly weather
We will whisper for every question and every answer
You carry the beauty of universe and I am the claimer
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
come as you are
out the window
throgh the fence
paint your lips dark brown
like the leaves that have fallen down
come as you are
beneath the benches
through the wild
a flower crown on the top
as a queen
or a king
with the loveliest flowers above
come as you are
not necessarily tulips
three little jasmines are enough
crossing the dirt
the forest at midnight
or at 2am
when the street lamps
of the gas station are provoking
shadows and hues of yours
on the grounds
come as you are
i see the world in her eyes,
she is mother earth,
her skin the colour of the richest earth bringing forth a plentiful harvest,
her limbs long; beautiful and they flow like the waves calm and graceful but capable,
her hips wide bearing the greatest fruit; you; me and what shall be,
her feet are rooted strong and steady,
from her lips come the gentle winds or the thunderous storms.
mother nature in all her wonders
Without the warm wind
When will you reach the core?
How will you spread a smile?
I'm here grasping images
Concluding lines to this poem
Adding sensations, it's her
The beauty you won't forget
Get some time, spend them here
While I wondered however
Happiness flows blowing minds
Whenever I see violence
When people act fool with it
This landscape presents peace
Inhale the freedom, fly with her
Racing rivers, waterfalls
The complete silence afterward
From here, I hear roars, tarzans
Howls, entertained by this view