Shaima Al-Marzouqi: Favorites

Jan 2015 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

2am

Jan 2015 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Bianca Fontejon

2am

11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.

1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.

And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

As a Poet

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

AllAtOnce

As a Poet

I think that as poets we see the world differently than everyone else
We see broken concrete and wonder what secrets it can tell
And every tick of the clock tells a story if you care enough to listen
And nights spent asleep are because inspiration is missing
Old paper makes you wonder if you could have loved a person who held it before
And broken hearts make you write with the ink being tears on the floor
The sky is a masterpiece and we must all be stars
Because nothing else could even come close to what poets are
So when the stars explode and hearts begin to break
It's a beautiful thing and will be written about for days

#broken #poet #stars

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

You're Not A Poet.

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Kennedy Taylor

You're Not A Poet.

You are nothing
close to a poet,
but the way you walk
And
the way you smile,
it’s ******* poetry.

#love #poetry #poet #beautiful #smile #walk

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Lone Wolf

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Eris

Lone Wolf

I’ve hunted in packs with numbers odd
They paired themselves while I just nod

My track is a trail without traces behind
My target ‘s a prey deemed unworthy to find

It’s all the same across the multitude
I can’t escape this solitude

If I could choose, should I rewind?
Or wait for our fate to intertwine

I hunt in a pack with numbers odd
No one could pair, none would add

Until you came and say in kind
I’ll stay with you if you don’t mind

This one was made by someone very dear to me. He wrote it for me.

#alone #stay #me #wolf #animal #animals #with #found

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Restless

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

The-Crestfallen-Fool

Restless

What am I?
What have i become?
My heart is on the run
Fighting rights from wrongs
I’m burning in the sun
For the deeds i have done.

And i would do it again.
Again and again
Until what remains
****
What I was born to be.

What have i become...

#sad #life #alone #thoughts

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

What A Poet Wants

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

curlygirl

What A Poet Wants

A poet wants...
    Someone who adores everything they've ever written
    (because it means they adore us)
But a poet needs...
      Someone who's honest, who tells us when it's not our best work
      (because it makes the good work even more special)
A poet wants...
    Someone to hold close every night. Someone who loves to have poems breathed into their collarbone while they sleep
     (because it inspires long love poems)
But a poet needs...
      Someone who spends a few nights away. Someone who forgets to call occasionally
       (because it inspires real poems)
A poet wants...
    Everything to be perfect. To be able to edit and rewrite life as it happens, so we never have to feel pain
    (because then we wouldn't have to feel embarrassed about the unshared poems in our journals)
But a poet needs...
    Pain. Imperfection. Mistakes. Life.
     (because it allows us to write to feel to forgive to learn. To bleed out our heartbreak with ink and parchment. To reach out to each other with words)
All because a poet thrives on the difference between *want and **need

#love #poet #want #need #real

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Ethereal Beauty

Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi

Anand

Ethereal Beauty

with hope and light
beneath enchanted magical trees
turned heavy white
on a river side
of sandy beige
a happy face of golden egg-less yolk
shining in the sky of cyan

to have a sunny day of orange
in the winter of grey
blue sky warming my heart of red
on a cold day
rainbow birds chirping songs of love
silver breeze flowing cold and steady
unable to consume the warmth from my brown eyes

as I go blind
with the light of your pale face
so perfectly encompassed between
the curls of inky black and maroon lace
and your pink smile
adding colour to the blank canvas of my mind
you're so beautiful!

what I see is a wonderful artistry of nature
that is skilfully crafted with perfection
colours and words find difficult to give it expression
how your precious pearls of sapphire
placed gently inside the seashells
that draws me in
& I can't resist to dive within

so all I want is to drown
and be lost in their depths
while I keep looking at you
until the azure ether wraps itself
in a mahogany hue
and the day drapes a coat
of starry dust in coal