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 Jan 2015 AE
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry

How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air

Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma

Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation

The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning

Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky  
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun

Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take

Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,  
The poet will come,
A poem in the New

Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs

The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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dear respectable fellow poet, poetess readers
if you like this poem please share your comments and repost the poem.
I will be grateful to you.....
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 Jan 2015 AE
ryn
A Poet's Heart
 Jan 2015 AE
ryn
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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
.
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
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 Jan 2015 AE
Nothing Much
Flora
 Jan 2015 AE
Nothing Much
You planted kisses
on me like flowers, and from them
a garden grew
 Jan 2015 AE
Amitav Radiance
My words
Convey
Deepest feelings
From the soul
Revived
With every drop
Of ink
Bridged
Is the chasm
Between me
and blank pages
Crossing over
To dwell
Among the lines
Betwixt
Are the meanings
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
Dream
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
Close your eyes,
and imagine.
Imagine your own world,
everything that makes you happy, and smile.

Drifting off to a deep slumber,
as you feel your soul goes down,
deeper.
You see the people, things, and smells that
make you smile.

Your dream is a magical paradise.
It is your escape from harsh reality,
whenever you want to escape, just simply close
your eyes.
and think of the happy things.

Nothing well go wrong in there,
my friend.
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
In shadows, it roams in grace.
Its eyes scan as the mortals lived on,
at night time as you go to sleep.
In the shadows it lurks as you sleep,
watching you turn and breath.

It comes closer as it leans in,
not knowing from the shadows,
you sleep deeply and soundly.

In the shadows they watch you,
watch you as you move a slight inch.
Even during the day, they watch you.
The feeling of eyes, millions of eyes
on you.

They await in the shadows,
they wait to take you and
you'll be gone in a second.

In the Shadows they wait.
 Jan 2015 AE
blythe
Inspiration
 Jan 2015 AE
blythe
Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.
Let us make our dreams come true. Gather every bit of inspiration we can get so we can still pursue and fight for what we really long to have. Don't give up, don't lose hope! :)
I destroy everything in my path
With only one weakness.
I'm a pyromaniac don't mind me.
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
End
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
End
Everywhere I see,
news, internet, and newspapers.
Tell us, we may be the last.
And the end is near.

So fast and to late, the world
has been crumbling down
with the saint.
Pain, suffering, and losses
of thousands.

The earths ground crumble,
the weather goes insane.
Everything out of place, in fear
as we are.

Scared of the end.
Losing half the world,
in mysterious ways.
Lies, lies, lies.

The end is slowly emerging,
suffering to all,
depression, and darkness.

No one is safe, no one to trust,
the world is crumbling, as we sit there
not knowing.
When well it be for us?

My eyes have seen the signs,
my ears have heard the evil,
my mouth is covered.
The end is near,
already here.

It is beginning,
as we become watched,
nothing personally or private.
Scared for your safety of your family and
yourself.

The end is coming, I am not scared.
But ready to protect.
Ready to fight,
ready to survive.
A random poem I
made.
 Jan 2015 AE
TheSilentWarrior
The two black eyes stared back at me,
my heart was pounding faster in my
chest afraid it may strike.

Blood covering its face down to its
feet.
Fear rushed through my every limb in
my body, the things mouth widen into a
large smirk not taking its
eyes off of me.

Tears escaped my eyes, as I clenched the knife in
hand.
I watched as the thing moved its blooded hand to a shield force
between us, as I noticed my hand blood covered on it
as well copied.

My blood rushing and as I meet with the monsters
eyes, I noticed a resembles.
The long dark hair and pitch black eyes, and the hand that was touching
the shield force...was I.

I am the monster.
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