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Wee little moors, giant over bog,
Sparkle in the lilles, loll within a frog,
In a flash of dragonflies - fires the sun,
All the meadow rising, spirits overcome!

Wee bright moors, cropping round a meadow,
Songbirds singing dear, hummings in the nettles
In minnows of logged pools - reeds set fire to sun
All the gold of fens rising, spirits overcome!
She's the kind of girl
Hurricanes are named after
I lay awake tonight
Thinking of you
Wondering if you are asleep
Or if you are lonely
I miss you, I want to see your face
I want to feel your arms around me
Holding me close
I want to take your pain...
But I know in your pain
You will find the answers you seek
Getting to the other side
Is where you will find your truth
I wonder if your truth
Involves me
I just want you happy
I want you at peace
And if that is without me
That is how it will be
As long as the smile
Returns to your lips
And laughter fills your world
I will be happy, to always be your friend

August 22, 2012
I have is when I find out
that some people start to
Fall for me,
Though I did nothing,
Is why she never did
And I've done* *everything
I enter the labyrinth
in hopes of finding You, O Lord
with fear and trepidation
I walk on

I enter the labyrinth
wrongly do I journey
in the space I go
when You were in the lines

I walk through the labyrinth
anticipating Your call
waiting for a sign
to tell me I am Yours

I walk through the labyrinth
hungry for Your embrace
craving the touch
of the Master's hand

I journey in the labyrinth
circles in circles
trusting in You
O Lord, my guide

I journey in the labyrinth
the labyrinth of life
and I find You, my Saviour
in the simplest and most wonderful of things

I exit the labyrinth
thankful, grateful
that for one blister in time
I am blessed with Your peace

I exit the labyrinth
reaching the sunset of my years
looking back, I realise
You were with me all along
i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea
intensity in the sunshine
set my head spinning
i could smell the sweet scent of the sea
could hear the breaking waves upon the dusty sands
and could feel in my bones the grains of time as they passed
a thousand years sailing ships plying the
beautiful breeze of the golden shore
a thousand lifetimes of men knowing the depth of love for the sea
and in my heart i too heard her calling me
to wrest a life from the living sea
like the ages old conquest of wind and tide
so with a madman i set off in a twenty footer
and as the gulls wheeled overhead we set our lines
with a sea of stars above
a sea of brackish water below
we harvested a bounty overflowing in my grasp
to make market we had to put every inch of sail to the wind
but by the time we reached shore
the madman had cast all our fish back into the sea
saying that they had begged to be set free
a thousand years of sailing ships plying the golden sea
had worn his mind
worry rubbing the bone of his skull
the wild sea had grasped his soul
the wild sea had stolen his soul
now i chase him cross the flemish cap
every sail straining
no life lived so well
as the life of sea and sand
~

i have always loved the truth that...


grief shared

is grief divided,



while love shared

is love multiplied!


~


*post script.

gives new meaning to
"sharing in one's suffering"

and

allows us to say unequivocally,
"i'll give you a share of mine!"

my inspiration- PoetryJournal,  please read their’s here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1551297/shine-when-you-burn/
.
Enjoy childhoods innocence,
And its optimistic thrills.
Because I hear its not growing old,
But growing up that kills.

i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly

i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned

i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned

for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'
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