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You are my life and how can I compromise on life
So for your sake I will fight till the last drop of blood
If I fail to defend you I will use my poisoned knife
But I will not leave you to any violent killing flood

My sweetheart you have taken all from me in a leap
So now I travel in you and along you like your shadow
I do not mind if area is difficult or like ridge so steep
With you I will make you grow and glow in every row

Let me take you in front of a mirror to see your charms
Let it tell you what wonderful treasure you carry along
Let me embrace you and kiss you time and again in arms
Let me play with flute of the lips, let me sing love song

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
As beauty is love's fruit so beloved is lover's flute
Both travel hand in hand on same beautiful route
My beloved you are so charming ,wonderfully cute
My conscience dictates to my heart and life you suit

Song of love blooms all the deserts in to real garden
My love my sweetheart your beauty makes me stun
Less you in this world there is no one like you none
We both are now reached to the point of no return

Let us conquer the world with power of real affection
Let be totally enthralled in love passion and fashion
Let my sweetheart complete our task just one by one
My love is sacred like book you have sanctity of nun

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Batool Aug 2016
write me a poem
and play flute for me
we'll drink the night sky
and walk by the sea !!
Silverflame Aug 2016
Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone
I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Silverflame Jun 2016
I still remember the day we first met.
It was so magical, I will never forget.
I was invited to see and try something new.
But never would I have imagined I would meet you.

One by one, we got to hold you and learn.
I remember I couldn’t wait for it to be my turn.
And when she finally placed you in my tiny hands.
I didn’t expect you would change my future plans.

I placed my lips on your cold silver mouthpiece.
I took a deep breath and your notes broke the peace.
I looked at her with impressed eyes and lips painted with glee.
She praised the others, but the one she was most impressed with, was me.

11 years we have been together, where did time go?
We already have so many memories, performing at every show.
And the time we played for the queen, do you remember as well?
I will hold you until my hands can no longer move themselves.

I can’t picture a life, a childhood without you by my side.
They said we were partners in crime, just like Bonnie and Clyde.
And whenever I was falling, you were my never failing parachute.
I love you to pieces, my old trusty flute.
Just a little piece for my little flute.
Poetic T May 2016
On shaded oaks his hooves he rested
leafs of summer where birds had nested,
with palms he held as fingers gently nestled
asking those who gathered of what was requested.

Wind blew silently through elegant wood melodies,
as creatures listened to soft melody all understood
that he was a creature of lore just like those surrounding.
This musical endeavour, his skill of tune was outstanding.

All moved to these whispers that lingered through air,
as fairies did dance and leafs did sway here and there.
The mood was jubilant as all were in relaxed feeling,
his rhyme of song had been to all so very appealing.
From beyond the clouds,
cavalier and unattached,
sneaking past the yawn of temple bell
woken up from sleep,
trespasses a doomed note
pitched like flight of a falcon
fresh from its swoop on prey,
strumming on the discord in a lonely heart,
stoking once more
the hunger and anger of
an eternal yearning...

...Ah! My ears. They pick up the cruel flute. Here it comes, to ladle my pain. Not again. Not again.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Right there on my bed we sat
I played his flute, as he creased my ***** cat
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2016
I declared today..that... I will stop...
I will put things on the shelf...
I will dance my Last Dance with my words to you on those papers...
With all my happiness and sadness, I'll stay behind the scene of Love writing its plot without being on the stage....
Without asking fate or destiny to give me the role of lover..the role of Hero!
I give it a try and couldn't tolerate the distance...!
I give it a chance and I felt the time is not with me...is not my alliance..!
I felt I'm the silent and mysterious composer!
I'm sorry...
I loved my moments with you...
I hate my time without you...
But...
It is the time to...
Calm down
&
Carry on...Alone!
or
Deeply alone!
When leaving things behind became the only gift left for me!
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2016
When the note is hit...it is a journey to unknown places!
With Each blow...With each movement of fingers on the flute...The Heart strayed emotionless of the surroundings!
Each Inhale and Exhale....the Pain dances with my Heart!
The Dance between Life and Death!
The Dance won't happen without
The Flute~~~~
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