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old willow May 2020
clang. clang.
The metal sung joyfully each strikes.
Passion is a dancing flame.
The greatest passion can churn
the sea.
Yet it can also fade like flickering embers.
A passion, can leave behind lasting debris.
LC May 2020
with the others,
a tiny flame burned,
then went out.
she felt cold ashes,
which choked her spirit.

with him, and only him,
a flame consumed her,
and it continues to burn.
she feels a warm glow,
which frees her spirit.
Selina May 2020
In the heat of battle she lies dormant
The flame of life questioned outside as thousands burn
The flicker can be seen through the window
But she doesn’t move to squash it

Instead, she basks in it
Lets the rolling orange lick her body clean
The subtle red cauterizing her wounds
Closing each hole with precision and painful accuracy

It is here she finds true peace
For what others fear she thirsts for
Like a newborn just latching on to a river of milk
Yearning for sustenance, balance, and life

Do not mistake her love for pleasure however
For she writhes at the flame
Hates it with a burning passion, but still doesn’t submit
As it is the only entity keeping her alive

This is how she will live the rest of her life
Hopelessly contained by a force she needs but doesn’t want
Forever trapped within her own being
Never able to be truly happy

And as the battle ceases she quiets
Lies in her bed and prays for the end of war,
the end of fight,
and the end of pain
JW May 2020
when the world burst into flames
you saved yourself
watching as i caught fire

i reached for the saving water,
threw it at you without hesitation

thankfully apologizing
you turned around and walked away

left behind a blazing flame,
a tower of smoke in the dark night sky
reaching for the gleaming stars
I would dance on your lap
take my clothes off, unwrap

make you go crazy
images; all hazy

so roll your eyes back
baby, relax

look at me and bite your lips
baby push me by my hips

you know what they say
about shy girls
let me guide you through
my curves

my body is your favourite view
meanwhile I talk ***** to you

good girl gone bad
I’m a freaky head
so put me to bed

let me turn you on
make love to you,
until dawn

this stare of yours
brings me to mars

baby boy what a shame
you didn’t meet my flame

can I give you a preview?
‘cause the things I‘d do to you
are long overdue.

- gio, 13.04.2020
JW Apr 2020
i can see it flicker, slowly dying
a fire that burned once brighter than our love

i pour in all my heart
longing for the flames to soar back to life

aggressively i throw wet wood, needing to heal
when rising smoke blinds my senses, cuts open my lungs

all the shining colors are gone - red, yellow, gold
as smothering darkness sits on my chest

accompanied by deafening silence
that swallowed the healthy sizzling noise

i stare at the orange fervor, mesmerized
unaware of the tears desperately watering my desiccated eyes

no matter how beautiful
all fires burn out
and that's okay
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Smoke suffocating, screams letting deaf
babies’, moms’ and, old ones are helpless

Blood spreads everywhere, from the bodies.
Stop lynching, and give up hatefulness

look at world from Warsak Road, O man
Palestine, Kabul, Iraq, leave them

spirit is one, dialect is not same
His devotee doesn't accept defeat

think in hurry, when you find, morn, eve
your slaughterhouse, tactics are useless

they will not be able to withstand
and will welcome as the Berlin wall
Dr Zik's Poetry
Book: Thirsty Words
Poet: Dr Zik
It is a translation of a poem written in Urdu, " JAZBAT" from the poetic book "Rah Takti Ankh  راہ تکتی آنکھ" of the poet Dr Zik.
16 دسمبر 2014 ء میں پشاور کے المناک واقعہ، اورمعصوم شہداء کی یاد میں
In remembrance of tragic event occurred by the cruel terrorist's attack in
Peshawar Pakistan since 2014. There were blood splashes, dead bodies of innocent children, sounds of crying persons everywhere in school in Peshawar on Warsak Road.
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جذبات
16 دسمبر 2014 ء میں پشاور کے المناک واقعہ، اورمعصوم شہداء کی یاد میں

متھے اَکھاں، بے حِس مُورَت، پتھر دل وِچکار۔۔
نفرت بھانبھڑ ورگی بھڑکے، لالچ دے بازار۔۔۔
اَگاں بھڑکن، دھویں اُٹھن، مچے چیخ چکار۔۔
بچے بِلکن، ماواں تڑپن، بُڈھے نے لاچار۔۔
ہر پاسے رَت ڈُلدی ویکھی، لاشاں دے وِچکار۔۔
من جا جنگلی، شہری دی گل، نفرت چھوڑ دے یار
وارسک روڈ توں پوری دنیا، ویکھ لے دنیا دار
فلسطین، عراق ہووئے یا ہووئے کابل کہار۔
لکھاں بولیاں بولدے تد وی اِکو جئے جذبات۔۔
اُس دے رستے چلن والے مندے نئیں اُو ہار۔۔

اَج کل چھیتی شام سویرے کر لے سوچ وچار
تیرے سارے حَربے، ناکے، مَقتل نے بیکار۔
ٹُٹ جاوَن گے جَھل نئیں سکدے عشق دی اِکو وار
منہ دی کھادی جیویں شوہدی برلن دی دیوار۔۔۔۔
۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔
شاعر: ڈاکٹر ظفر اقبال کھوکھر
کتاب: راہ تکتی آنکھ
dr_zik@yahoo.com
vonny Apr 2020
every little movement

set my heart on fire

don't ask me to prove it

don't color me a liar

my heart is in two

she doesn't control her actions

you might be asking who

my answer isn't a satisfaction

we could be so close to each other

if it wasn't for my icy frame

maybe she'll yell for another

and i'll be consumed by the flame
i wrote this about liking a girl that i couldnt even get close to because i was scared of my own feelings for girls. this is mainly about liking girls in general.
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