Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Dec 2018 Farhan Ahmed
Kate
I am cold.
But everyone says
You just need to get past my walls,
I am a warm person deep down.
They see what they want to but
I am cold as ice inside.
People will tell you
I have a sensitive side but
Hardly anyone sees.
What I truly am inside,
A heartless monster.
Still, my peers think they know
I am really a big softy.

Now read it bottom to top.
I tried to write this a while ago but ended up just going off on a rant instead so here is my newer version of that poem.
Farhan Ahmed Dec 2018
Shall thee be raindrops, battling to the ground
Shall thee be paws, steps with no sound
Shall thee be hope, to live or to survive
Shall thee be power, that all thrive
Shall thee be thankful, God sent to be
Shall thee be future, all wish to see
Shall thee be light, darkness fears
Shall thee be eyes, no tears
Shall thee be flies, with fire in the night
Shall thee be color, but only white
Shall thee be emotion, of only love
Shall thee be words, missing 'hate'
Shall thee be trees, rising above
Shall thee be roads, with an unlocked gate
Shall thee be now or then, be the same
Shall thy identify or do you have a name?
To all who simply inspire the beauty of life and living
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
shine in a dress, like all combine Into one color through a straight line
call in dear lass, like all fall into one new taste of wine

I know what said, that Red is a color of none, though a state of mind
all is real even, the eyes feel driven in skies, so is for the blind
there's more to preach than seven, to reach the heaven
She was so careful about combining the colors of dress, purse and everything visible on her
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
This is a brothel
Where happiness is on sale
But you dont tell
In this home of fast paced never sleeping 7 billion people... We are kind of just dead inside.
  Nov 2018 Farhan Ahmed
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
I mess with the paint, make a random art
And I was standing broken apart
I love her because, I knew I brush it right
But how bad colorless colors could be?
She isnt the right one, there for me
Deep inside, in the dark corners
I see the pain,  I delivered
I push her out, aint no worth dying
Where she will stay for a while....crying
And beyond reach across the street
She walks towards me
Whispering a few words, not waiting too long
And when i know she steered out of the song
I go back to sleep
Next page