#clumsiness
Pieces placed on my palms
As I try to rebuild what I've broken
With glue as my conscience
Of never keeping anything altogether
My TOUCH
Being the wrong ingredient in a well constructed recipe
I never had to take accountability
Was deemed as the suspect already
Gave birth to my fear of touching anything
As my guilt surrenders to each piece of broken glass
And sometimes I wonder if I really love him
Or I found some sense of belonging within him
An expirement of my capability to hold something safe
To find closure in knowing that for once I'm not the danger
No sight of warnings signs
Upon the close proximity of my presence
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
This heirloom china wants to slip
Out of my tremulous grip.
But plastic’s less heavy,
And nicely holds gravy.
It bounces if ever you trip.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Because light and durable dinnerware
Is low-class and not debonair,
The china that shatters,
Those slippery platters,
Enliven dining with a jump-scare.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
I'm tired of searching for meanings!
I'm tired of questioning my feelings!
I'm sick of justifying my sayings!
I'm jaded of trying to find reason for silly things!
I ask you people!!
What makes simplicity removed from your dictionary!
What makes life equal to death!
What makes innocence equal to drama!
What makes Love equal to naivety!
When there is no answers to those questions.....
Then....
Clumsiness is a clue!!!!
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Fear
of the
unknown
has frightened him,
I see him lurking
behind his
shadow.
Death
has conversed
with him.
He himself
beseeched
it to stay.
I don't
blame him,
Or his
integrity.
But
what's annoying
me is his
attitude.
Snap out of it !
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
Hello, dearly beloved
How are you doing?
I hope you’re doing fine
It’s been so long
Since we’ve last talked
It’s been so long
Since we’ve last seen each other
I strongly apologise
For keeping you wait for my emails
For I have been busy
And I hope you understand that
Though I know being busy
Is not that much of an excuse
I hope you’re not mad darling
I know you’ve been missing me
For quite some time
I apologies for hurting you
I know how much missing someone hurts
I know
Because I have been missing you too
Which hurts like
An incurable wound
Will you forgive my clumsiness?
I hope you do
Please do
My dear
I love you very
Do you love me still?
I hope you do
Well I know you do
But please say you do
Will you please
Reply to this unravishing poem from me to you
With a ravishing poem from you to me?
I hope you do
Please do
Your poetess,
Afra Alzaabi
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Do you believe in wishes?
I believe in dreams come true.
If I didn't believe in wishes,
My dream would've never been you.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in magic, too?
If I didn't believe in magic,
I don't think I'd have ever seen you.
Do you believe in clumsiness?
Or the fate of two?
If I didn't suffer from clumsiness,
I wouldn't be falling for you.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC