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new born coconut leaves
standing on the head of the tree
a mild north chill breeze blowing
raising sunlight reflects between the leaves

the falling light playing on the meadows
the growing day in to the fog's shadows

the new moody breeze growing a little
the cowboys wandering with the cattle
the boy is very crazy with his flying kite,
the birds are too busy within the day's light

I am wondering through the shadows
and finding my hopes within the meadows
when thousands of kites flying in the sky
there love growing on her gloomy eyes

where there a few of dreams coming
as the light falling between the leaves
where there thousands of whirling
hopes uttering in to the breeze  
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
hopes of leaves
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After born, a child subconsciously
engaged with the nature
she (nature)doesn't play well as usual,
all the time of his life
because someone somehow
plays the negative role with her

He who does not know the life,  
and doesn't know how and why
she originated the waterfall,
And generated a vigorous stream
but when someone cuts in the face of a river,
and moving water whatever he liked
otherwise, his own purpose ( in a negative sense)

Day by day the river moved slowly
slowly and slowly,
water didn't carry,
the overdue sediments toward the sea
day by day,
the river grew inflated
and becoming a silted bed

One day the rain came as cats and dogs
slowly and slowly,
it has made the flood over the flood plain
and swift away lands and roads
then the water has seemed useless

The child grew older
now he feels consciously
about the worst work
that someone did with her

And he (older child) thinks,
what does he feel?
when someone cuts in the face of a river
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
never cut the nature, it cut your possibility and life grew as lifeless...
 Nov 2014 Beebz The Queen
Jack
~

I read your poetry
and I am taken away
to a place where my childhood waits

Those sunny summer days
when life was easy,
and pressure was only a word taught in school

I feel weightless,
as if I can fly
and your words are my wings

You tug at my heart,
tempt my senses
and touch me in ways I have not felt before

I read your poetry
and it is as if
I am talking to a long lost friend

Catching up on good times,
crying tears with you
and sharing every smile

Walking long paths,
waving good morning to each sunrise
and good night when it sets

Dancing in moonbeams
and counting shadows,
which always add up to two

I read your poetry
and I am in awe
of your amazing talent

and I think maybe I should
just put down my pen, for yours
*is all the poetry I will ever need
I need to know
all the time
where you are,
what's on your mind.

Is it healthy?
Should I find
I can't have you all the time
Would I be able to continue
on with my climb?
With the notion
there's a potion
brewing and I'm
going to be doing
only motions
with you in mind?
Motions knocking me supine.
Laid to rest
without your divine
caress
I fear I could care less
about a life so unkind,
for what would I be
left with
lest you
leave me behind.
Don't go
Gotta know
please don't run away
I'm a murderer
what does that change?
 Nov 2014 Beebz The Queen
alex
i dId handstands until my knees Were purple but It stilL wasn't enough for you. no matter what i did i could not make you stay. i wanted you to Love me so ******* bAdly i really really did but my mother told me to never make another human being my worLd, so i am sending you aWay with the wind And the sea. goodbYe, i am so Sorry i couldn't fit your perfect Little mold. i tried, gOd i tried. i know my hair is Very messy and i have little purplE scars up my arms and im sorry they were things You found beautiful until you didn’t. its you, its always been you, and i am so afraid that it's always going to be you. sO this is goodbye, even thoUgh your name will always be etched into my ribcage and the smell of coffee will always bring me back to mornings in your arms.
read the capitals last
Mr ***** said
"Hi",
"How you doing"
"Better than you get some self control"
What can I say I'm bone
Stiff,
Ridged,
White
As a ghost, he had nobody
He was empty inside
In need of feeling,
Not just bone
Cartilage,
Muscle,
Nerves
Were frayed, even though
None were felt, he just wanted to be somebody
Not just a pile of bones,
He would look around
But from his vacant sockets
A tear did
Roll,
Cascade,
Height
It fell from, meeting each rib
Different sounds of sadness
As each tear hit others on the way down,
He was Mr *****, a sad nobody man
He was just bone,
People would always look through him,
Never look him in the face
A smile given, but with nobody
No one knew the sorrow and sadness felt by poor *Mr Bone.
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Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love
That submerging under a poetic passion
A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance
Stressing on mind that makes
Bubbles of emotions simultaneously,
Touching and filling the empty dreams
That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music
Passing through the poet's nose and nails
Deep ache  popping at the heart and stone
There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven
A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion
The glimmer chords becoming to splash
The utmost inflames growing to outburst,
Bursts into the fire of gaiety--
Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight
Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow,
Ah! my Love--
Oh! my Love ----
What a Crushing Moonlit!!  
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
underneath the crushing moonlit: the beauty makes a divine melody
Mournful lit of the foggy morn;
Melancholy whisper of the brighten moon,
Told me one night not to be what the world made me to
But... the puckered heart didn't hear what they said
And, I wandered all ov'r the night don't know what i'm going through

Now the mind wants to be empty;
wanna lit every thing into ashes that it played with
It had a great time with "time", plenty
but, it's  became an old-fashioned-historical myth

The whisper or sounds—A sweet melodic chaunt of birds;
A poet's poetic shades on entangled words,
Touched a beautiful young lady's soul
whose life got painted on colors
but the beauty made the world to kiss up what the poet discovered.
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