The day rises at eight, journeys at ten
Arrives nearly at noon
Salt sweat stream down her shirt
The day finds the hive
No honeys but melted chocolate chair
Steel rust stain stamp her skirt
Behold for no king bee arrives
Only the smoker
Fog fazed the dizzy dazzle bears.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
"We have no other choice
but to be brave and strong
each and everyday,"
Says the woman in the mirror
"But how far I will go?"
Doubts her shadow as she calls it a night.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
The dying hero said
To his wife and his beloved children
"I obliged you not to follow the same path I took."
With those words,
His daughter inquired,
*"Father, how come not if it was a beautiful path
with those roses and dandelions,
showered by a blazing yellow hot sun
glittered with cotton candy sky
and a bouquet of trees and a choir of angelical wind?"*
The hero stared blanky at his daughter
His heart gasped a beat and mouthed the words,
*"Singsong the truth without coated sugar,
the world needs the intellectuals
with skills and talents,
neccessary for humanity to survive,
be a doctor who cures the sick,
be an engineer who builds
be a lawyer, be a farmer or a fisher,
anything will do but not the one I am."*
Silence.
*"They are nothing without words,
They are nothing but robots,
without the tune of the tongue,
without the ink of the heart,
the world for them is all but rigid,
round but pointed,
with air but not breathing.
Words can **** but words can also heal."*
The girl paused, then stand.
*"Father can crack the caramel paint
and reveals of what's the truth,
I am who I am
and I am what father can do."*
It was midnight.
The hero died.
A dead man and a dead will.
His deed still lives in pages,
and in the veins of his female kid.
A rebel daughter was born.
Her words were nothing for an empty soil.
A dead will and a dead man.
He wrote poems.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
I don't want your "good mornings"
and your "have a lovely day!"
with a smiley at the end.
I don't want your "good afternoons"
and "eat well your lunch"
with three flowers as an end.
I don't want your "how's the weather?"
with those silly emojis at the edge.
Stop...
Rather let's talk about how universe explodes which made two souls collide and brought life the idea,
or how sunsets differ every dusk in every direction from north, east, west and south,
or why the air is heavy,
why the waves of the ocean is weightless,
why do birds fly,
what change we can be,
and more of the likes mentioned above.
Or, maybe not.
Only if you want a dance along the silence.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
The beauty of a poem
Lies between the words
Which captured the poet's soul.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
We were strangers
Swimming against the currents of each own river
But the water is too deep and too swift
Until we meet at the water falls
I was near the edge holding tight
Daring not to fall
And you were swimming back
Hoping for the serene pool
Both travellers were scared of the gravity
Not knowing what's beneath the deep
Because the memories of the mountain water
Are vivid, lively, and clear.
Ahoy, stranger!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Speak up!
Uncover your veil
Stand up your right
You are vast and infinite
Unbind these sick systems
And uproot all interconnected stems
Blossom high up to the sky
A room is nothing with the universe
Speak up!
Chin up, show your smile
Walk with pride for thousand miles
Little girl, my dear
You are vast and infinite.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
My pen's ink overflows for the word
"you"
Which overrated
the soul of the self-proclaimed poet
of a myth-proven word barely reciprocate
But renders the spirit of logic to resurrect
from the grave of shattered passion and innocence.
Flooded and full,
the blank sheet of paper awaits
for romantic imagery of beloved Cupid's effigy
But, then I thought
Why about love?
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
*1, 2, 3, smile for me.
Eyes infront, open and do not close
As the light flashes and the wind blows
This picture will last until we're gray and old
So pay attention my beloved
Neither only we have the moment be hold
But also captured the hearts of two souls in a photo*
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC