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 Sep 2015 curlygirl
Nikola Mills
I was jealous of a cigarette
I wanted to be held so tight in your fingers
I wanted to touch your lips
And then just like the drag of smoke
Disappear in the dark.

I wanted you to smile at me
the way you smile at the full pack
I wanted to be carried with you
and I wanted you to always want me.

Instead of that
you became my cigarette
my addiction
and I wanted more and more
and I couldn't control myself anymore
I wanted to be your everything
so desperately
that I became nothing to you
while you were my whole world.
 Sep 2015 curlygirl
nina
They say it's so quiet at 5am
But if you listen close
It's not quiet at all
In fact
You can hear everything
At 5am
Virtue runs before the muse
And defies her skill,
She is rapt, and doth refuse
To wait a painter's will.

Star-adoring, occupied,
Virtue cannot bend her,
Just to please a poet's pride,
To parade her splendor.

The bard must be with good intent
No more his, but hers,
Throw away his pen and paint,
Kneel with worshippers.

Then, perchance, a sunny ray
From the heaven of fire,
His lost tools may over-pay,
And better his desire.
 Sep 2015 curlygirl
RH 78
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
 Sep 2015 curlygirl
Dr Zik
MOOD
 Sep 2015 curlygirl
Dr Zik
Weather is changing from time to time
But there is not even a single change
In the mood with which I recall you

منظر
بدلے ہیں کئی رنگ، فضاوں نے، تیرے بعد
اِک بار، تیری یاد کا منظر نہیں بدلا۔۔۔۔۔۔
badlay hayn kei rang, fazaao nay tayray baad
ik baar tayri yaad ka manzar nahi badlaa



Poets are invited to make translation from Urdu Poetry to English and other languages.
Critics are invited to make positive criticism through messages.
I am waiting with full devotion and eagerness.

Dr ZIK Poetry an extract from "Rah Takti Ankh" Urdu Poetry.
 Aug 2015 curlygirl
PrttyBrd
Your beautiful soul deserves
so much more
than my shadows
8815
10w
 Aug 2015 curlygirl
Ameliorate
~
~
I've lived a thousand lives
And died a thousand deaths
Within the pages of my notebooks
~
~
 Jul 2015 curlygirl
mk
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
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