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 Mar 22
hazem al jaber
No more words ...

my darling...
who I think of day and night..
it's you ...
you light up my life...
since i knew you ...
to change my whole life...
simply i adore you...
with no why ...
why couldn't we have met before..
before so many years ...
we could have shown...
our feelings physically...
not as an internet feelings..
as we do now ...
It doesn't seem real for you...
what I am feeling at the moment...
i feel you ...
and hope you feel
as i do ...

I try to find the words my love..
to tell you how I feel ..
but words cannot explain...
what i hold inside...
I just need to show you...
to feel the same as I do...
what I am feeling inside ...
is so over than i can write ...
I feel like crying...
but ...
I just thank god ...
that I have met you...
throw all my dreams ...

yes sweetheart ...

I adore you so much...

and feel so excited ...
just when I see your name ...
on any of my site...

If this isn't love...
then what is???...

Ana bahebek..
and you know this well ...
from your heart ...
i know ...

darling ...
may god strike me dead ...
if I am lying to you...

nothing i need ...
just to believe ...
love you ...

is this enough ...
i have no more words ...

hazem al ...
 Oct 2021
Elizabeth Squires
the sword of Damocles
hung above his
and it suspended with
a very slender

the sharp edged blade
did swing to and
deciding at which time
his cranium would

though he is a man
in a powerful
nothing will save him from
the cold steel's

sooner rather than later
we'll witness the sword's
as it makes
the inevitable
 Jun 2021
Elizabeth Squires
into a far reaching pandemic
the world was plunged
and to this point all the relevant
details have been expunged

somehow the panthogen
escaped its enclosure  
leaving the world's population
prone to the exposure

still there's a lingering question
in people's minds  
as to how the disease got out
of its confines

no satisfactory answer
has been furnished yet
which looks mighty like the gatekeeper
will get off with a let

one theory that was recently
put forward
said the virus leaked out
of the lab's unsecured ward  

in years to come the veracity  
maybe revealed
but until then much seems
to be well concealed
 May 2021
Elizabeth Squires
the azure sky
presided over the landscape
the azure sky
blue the painter's bright colour ply
twas brilliantly splendid of drape
bringing delight to an eye's cape
the azure sky
 Aug 2020
Elizabeth Squires
our freedoms
the day it arrived
on our respective doorsteps    
we're prisoners
to the disease's will
none of us can escape
we're heavily
our movement can't be
at fullest liberty  
the feeling of being
well hemmed in
stays constantly
on our minds
and we're all screaming
the holding power
of its infection
won't let go
and the torture
 Aug 2020
Elizabeth Squires
they say
they say
that he'll be blown away
blown away
in a ballot paper display

they say
they say
that he'll have an unfortunate day
an unfortunate day
of terrible gray

they say
they say
that he'll be made to pay
made to pay
for his unpredictable play

they say
they say
that he'll receive an unforgiving spray
an unforgiving spray
from the fifty states array  

they say
they say
that he'll not survive the onslaught's affray
the onslaught's affray
which is coming his way
The poem is based on Donald Trump.
 Apr 2020
It’s Easter in Coronaland;

The empty malls hold silent air.

There’s paranoia on demand

For Easter in Coronaland.

The baby chickens make their stand;

And pastel rabbit eggs declare:

It’s Easter in Coronaland

In empty malls of silent air.
PROMPT 12: write a triolet.
These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a rhyme scheme.

Seriously, I think I have written WAY better stuff than this.
It was a completely formulaic write in response to the prompt...
But this Triolet is getting read and the others are barely getting 15 reads per day.
One thing about HP, it surprises one to find out what poetry others pay attention to. It is very counter-intuitive.
I think my recent *****-poem is much better poetically (?)
 Jul 2019
There's a hurdler in the distance,
Approaching from afar,
Nothing struck him in this instance,
Though the setting was bizarre

He somersaults each in a flurry,
As the clouds threaten to rain,
The flowers flutter with worry,
As they sight the old warplane

He runs straight out the exit,
Takes a right onto an avenue,
Where streetlights line the docks,
And pebbles question you

Waves crackle over the pier,
As he flies across the decking,
He throws his hands up and volunteers,
To the cold hiss of forgetting

Some time later he awakes,
On a beach of pebbles and shells,
Hasty escape perhaps a mistake,
A fall from carousels

A tower commands the sea around,
Windowless, aged concrete,
He laughs and spins at what he's found,
Alive but incomplete
 May 2019
Elizabeth Squires
she closets herself away from our sight
yet her ball has the brightest of glimmer
a shining created for sheer delight
how dare she hide her radiant shimmer
behind the obscure curtain of a shroud
she's disposed to making us cheerless
by not displaying outside the dull cloud
why oh why does she behave so joyless
her rays won't beam in an opulent glow
there she chooses to remain concealed
her petulant manner has gone on show
we await the hour she'll be revealed
look our sun has had a change of heart
she exhibits her brilliant orb so smart
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