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#illiterate
Read me your words I am yet to hear them Knowledge to be absorbed... Yet of the unknowns, There's a fear within.
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
Senseless
He was not sending He did not know even he was the messenger He went to that cave Called "herraa" cave To be away of the world To look after the natural world To discover if the world was created By only power and God His nation worshipped statues 360 statues with days of moon year To approach them to the only God The true is when one increases his faults He searches away from his God Trying to get a way and method To get his God forgiven his worst He forgot that his God accepted one Who discovered that he did a wrong Mohamad sent a lone To see the outer of the world And to hear the inner sound Until a great creature appeared He made a strong hung Mohamd felt his chest was collapsed Telling "read" Mohamd said," I can't" Mohamad was illiterate The creatures hung him again The sweat ascended as rain Telling him read Mohamad said," I can't read" In the meaning of the talk The creatures did again Saying," read , Read with the name of the God Who learnt with the pen" As the Al arak surat said Mohamd went with great shock Saying," cover me, hung me Warm me" His lovely and honest wife met With great mercy and kind Telling you God will not let you down To be continued
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
The prophet 'Mohamad"
funny... i was once thought that, when i tried to swallow the pen and papers, i will be able to write without using my hand. but i was wrong. because every time you reminded me that i don't know how to write, reality will criticize me that i am illiterate in fighting in this mess up world. illiterate. an illiterate person who don't how to use guns and swords in fighting for the freedom of mind. i am in masked. a masked person because  i tried to swallow the words that persist to pressed inside my mind that "i am already lost even if the fight is not yet started". © IGMS
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
ill-literate
Words are used too often And yet even more misused Showing our weakness Such as sadness and pain Shifting from physical as a child Simply meaning a splinter or cut To emotional when older With shattered dreams Or failed friendships You seem to be illiterate Throwing words you don’t seem to know what they mean Like love and feelings You seem to be illiterate You held my heart in your hands And slowly crushed it wish the guise of a tender embrace Maybe I'm illiterate Unknowing what to say or feel or how to show you Not knowing how to tell you and pour my heart to you
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Illiterate
I cannot read Help me understand the words you're putting down Tell me the reasons behind your actions I want to decode your messages Are we friends or are we something more than that? I cannot read your thoughts Show me the underlying meaning of your being.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Illiterate
I have always noticed That while this city is filled with females The library is filled with men Middle-aged; average, maybe less Sitting at computers Afternoons Weekdays Today I saw them, for the hundreth time I finally realized These men have nowhere else to go Some of them, maybe But nowhere they would rather be They're looking for jobs To feed their families, themselves This library is their 9-5 No qualifications necessary I sit in the Bates Room Surrounded by green lamps and wood tables Books line the walls, and the gray clouds do not let the sun shine in The image of academia, the most scholarly of steeples A man sits across the room In a navy hat and gray sweater Book open in front of him Exactly halfway through He dozes off Time and time again The security guard wakes him up People walk in and out Taking pictures and admiring the architecture I wonder what he's thinking
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Lit-or-Unsure