ameera-ahmad
I have just started to learn about spoken word poetry and it seems pretty amazing compared to what i had learnt before.I had a spoken stage Competition in which i started to gain more interest and now that interest has persuaded me to share my poems with you people.Ask me my favorite poets: Sarah kay, Phil Kaye, Zehra Nigha ( grandmother ) etc..also please visit this peotry blog http://7thgradepoetry2014.blogspot.com/ in which my fellow mates and i (by the name of alodia merryweather ) have written
sometimes we wish,
that there would be someone waiting for us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone will ask us if we're okay.
Sometimes we just keep on waiting for the wish to come true.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone would hear us.
Sometimes we wish,
that someone accepts us.
sometimes we just keep in waiting for the wish to come true.
sometimes..
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
among these people,
there will be one who will be different.
Among these Stylish people,
That one person will be wearing pajamas when everyone is wearing prada.
Among these people who listen to One Republic,
***** will be listen to Elvis Presley and the Beatles.
That person will stand out.
That person will be ignored,
but will always shine like a star,
which is found when you carefully see it
Among'st these people
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
everyone has a dark side,
i have a dark side,
a side full of evilness,
envy,
no faith.
The side kills me,
when i know you are right behind me.
You turn me to the darkness,
you make my heart dark,
you make my blood poison,
and change my world white.
my dark side hates you,
my peach side loves you.
you bring out the worst in me,
and the best side of me.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
this hall was the place where she was murdered,
murdered at her wedding day.
these are the halls where she cried for help,
and soon her heart was on the shelf.
these are the halls where her whispers Eco.
these are the halls where her spirit occurs.
these are the halls where her life had ended.
these halls were the halls where history had died.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
i never wanted to be a part of this life,
i never wanted to be the one who the world would ignore.
i never wanted to be the one,
who was lonely.
i never wanted to perfect,
i knew i wasn't,
but now they made it pretty sure.
this life has been the worst journey for me.
yes life wasn't a small flat road,
it had the perfect number of bumps for others,
and a large trench for me.
this way of living is wrong,
no body deserves this.
I don't deserve it.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
you are cheering for the pakistani's,
who take over the feild.
The coin which decided our fate,
to bat or ball,
to win or to fall.
it was the the moment,
when people came on their kness,
when kids and their family come out on the streets.
when we pull the flag high in the sky,
to show are spirit,
we tell the world,"THIS IS THE PAKISTANI TEAM".
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
life had given me puzzles,
puzzles that needed help,
puzzles that needed to be turned into a perfect picture.
when the good life had shown me happiness,
the bad side whispered "just wait".
life had held me back from my dreams,
life pulled me with a string.
i tried to cut the string with my teeth,
but it was tied too tightly to my feet.
Life was my favorite storybook,
a story book which showed me happiness,
but now the storybook proved me wrong,
it blurred out the best parts,
burnt out the best chapters,
and tore my best memories.
life needed a lesson,
because it was never going to learn,
that it is perfect but it can still show happiness.
life's storybook needed to be written.
And there i grabbed my pencil and gave a lesson.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
The bar of chocolate
Nothing on this earth,
Tempts me more than that bar of chocolate.
Its like a rope trying to pull me,
Trying to hypnotize me into its luscious mixture,
Just waiting to be finished.
Just waiting to drip from the tip of my finger.
Just waiting to be passed from the middle of my fingers.
To be gulped.
It is so good,
That you forget about the bad things that happened,
That nothing bad has happened.
As if all fades away.
This bar has my best memories,
Like how I once ate a piece of wrapper and I chocked.
How I ate burnt chocolate by putting it in the microwave!.
This chocolate contains all the happiness I need to start,
My day.
This bar is my Lead to Succsess.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
The paintings on her wall,
Were like the timeline of her life.
Some were painted horribly,
To show her anger.
Some were painted white,
To show peace.
Some were painted Blue,
To show how the sadness acted like a veil over the happiness.
Some were painted black,
To show that she didn’t feel anything,
No pain,
No envy,
No happiness.
Some were painted of all shades,
To show that her life is a mix of all,
But then the paintings had splashes over of black and white,
To show,
Her life will have problems,
But there will be moments of peace,
Some of happiness,
But the shades in your life won’t leave you.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
You shine like the moon.
The moon cries when it see’s your face,
Because it thought nothing could beat its beauty.
You sparkle like the Moon in the night sky,
And when it shines everyone sees it.
It never leaves their sight.
People praise it.
People love it.
People think it’s a nature’s gift.
And you my sister,
Are the same for me.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC