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Nat Lipstadt Aug 21
"همه جا" از حافظ / "همه جا" توسط لیپستاد


Hafiz                                              ­           Lipstadt
(1320 ~ 1389)                                            (20th ~ 21st century)
——————                                           ———————­——

Running                                                    Si­tting
Through the streets                                 On the sidewalk curb
Screaming,                                                Ob­serving,

Throwing rocks through windows,     Rocks falling all around,
Using my own head to ring                  Striking my head, ringing in
Great bells,                                               Great waves of thought,

Pulling out my hair,                               My hair stands straight up,
Tearing off my clothes,                          My clothes’ fibers come alive,

Tying everything I own                        All possessions, the poems, yet
To a stick,                                                Unwritten, less valuable than,
And setting in on                                  The air that feeds the flames of
Fire.                                                         Their burning.

What else can Hafiz do tonight        What else can Lipstadt do tonight
To celebrate the madness,                  But acknowledge the truthfulness,
The joy,                                                 The madness,

Of seeing God                                      In~Exhaling God in each breath
Everywhere!                                         Everywhere!
Valiant vessel.
Holding much to carry far.
Useful everywhere.
A Apr 24
He'll come back
He always does
Finding his way back into your bones that carried him for so long
Returning to your blood, leaving it burning and cold at the same time
And even your hips will remember his hands, as they reach up towards them
Whilst your stomach will feel the exact same revolting butterflies as it used to

You'll find him everywhere
You'll see him in your words, the ones he taught you to say
In your chest, when it's getting harder to breath
You'll even taste him in your mouth from when you breathed him
From when you let him get into every inch of you
And now he'll always come back
Not for you, but he'll always come back
abby Nov 2019
you said our spirits search for ones we've known before
yours must remember mine
your soul returned for more

a piece of you is a part of me
my soul is cut into smithereens
prism of possibilities

but I wake up alone and free after dreaming you were next to me
but freedom is not as it seems
you touch the very heart of me

but I wake up alone and cold
shivering in silence
frozen on my own
until you lie down next to me

you said the mountains are your innermost home
with you, I no longer feel the need to roam

your eyes are the evergreens, the winter pines
the flecks of golden yellow color the road signs
the smoky fog that rises and lifts my spirit high
your spirit is the mountain that lifts me to the sky

I would follow you if you just had to go
I would come with you and make that place my own
but for as long as I know your love and your restful soul
I am a little piece of everywhere connected to the whole.
wonderwall Aug 2019
something in the way you speak
or maybe the way you smile
and even then,
I never ever thought,
that falling for you
is the hardest thing
I never meant to

suddenly,
you're everywhere,
every single dreams,
everything I ever want myself to be

and when the clock keeps ticking
you're just out of nowhere

-wonderwall-
50RR0W Jul 2019
Quietly I sit here in this empty space.
Much like a waiting room.
I wonder if I'm going at too fast of a pace.
I wonder if I've caused my own doom.

It has been some time since we last spoke.
I know your life is hectic.
Occasionally I reach out, like a poke.
But I feel like it may be neglected.

I wonder how you're doing,
How have you been?
But I know you keep on going,
Not looking back on the past, the had been.

I know you need your time,
You need your space.
Its been two years in time.
I'm surprised you'd remember my face.

But I hope you're doing well,
It seems like you're doing fine.
Just focus on yourself,
I'll just watch the time...
I know this is kind of everywhere, but its kinda how my thoughts are. Its been nearly 2 years since my ex boyfriend and I ended our relationship. To make a long story short, I ****** up and I realized it all now. After much time I'm pretty stable about it now. Part of this is written in hopes maybe sometime we can get back in touch with each other and at the very least be friends but I fear I may have done too much and ruined that chance. Kinda ***** but I'll manage. I just hope he's doing well and is happy. But I will admit, I do miss him still
False Poets Jan 2018
readily acknowledge our highest standard of luna loving madness

we treat our luna connection with equality -
great affection as well as sensible trepidation,
for its transgender nature, though well disguised,
is but surficial,  that we all ken, when compared to
***** bewitching covens who in the forest deepest dens,
exclaim their aroused allegiance over and over and over again

but so so many lunatics lurking in the poetic coven, who knew!

do not ask all the luna~ticced poets to step forward,
unless you wish to crash the internet's servers whom I'm told,
who too, are silent secret devotees

who  among us has not scribed truth and lies, when standing outside, greeting the divine presence
Arcassin B Apr 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

Pictures lie , these images **** me,
Teleport to places I can be,
Myself in this wicked world, cause I,
NeeD The LorD To FinD Me A BlessinG,
Take me from the world that I'm dreading,
Put me in a carriage with horses, place me
where my astral would lie,
I AM MorE ThaN HumaN, No SurprisE,

People lie , you know you can't trust them,
They let greed and things consume them,
Time spent wasting on love is ******,
I ThoughT McDonald'S WaS QuitE WorseR,
Furthermore, there is no discussion, pacing,
About news in this system, everything will
corrupt your mind,
DeatH TrapS EverywherE , TherE Is No TIme.
©abpoetry2019

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