Ilhan Rahman Weltall

Ilhan Rahman Weltall Oct 2018

Escaping

Escaping home
in your car
under a sky full of stars
We know we are wrong
& they are right
We shouldn't have gone with them
on a fight
But who cares
Coz right now
We are having fun
here on your white sedan.
We are on a trip when
the whole world is falling asleep.
You and I are here on a rebel.
But we don't know
if we are stable.
Let's carry on this fight.
They cannot touch us if
we are close and tight.

Unfinished

#hp

Ilhan Rahman Weltall Oct 2018

Walls

They are made by you.
So that they can defend you
So that they can stand for you
So that they can stand between us
But it can change fast because
Their standing for Troy didn’t last.

They are the walls……………

So what are they?
Metaphor for life hereafter
Or,
Just dividers
Or,
Maybe they are your limit,
that makes you a human, lower to God.
Why?
Cause they just stand tall to block you
from god’s view.
Well that’s all in a poet’s mind.

Maybe they are just protectors, barriers of privacy
But broken by lovers like.
So “walls”, they are just
            created to keep apotheosis
                    and
            Fragile to love.

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Ilhan Rahman Weltall Oct 2018

Me

Who am I?
the pessimistic poet sitting in the corner?
or
the guy making his life better?
well I'm what you make me.
actually you make the difference.
all the good times we had
the jokes we made
the cars we rode
the nights we made out
and the kisses we had
makes me better & takes me further.
but
the lies we told to look cool
the shyness we had
the fights we fought
the chances we missed
and the day you left
and now you are gone
make me the pessimistic poet
I am.

Ilhan Rahman Weltall Jul 2018

MORE ?

MORE ?
WHAT IS IT?
WELL COMING FROM
THE POET OF THE DARKNESS
IT IS NOTHING BUT A CORE.
CORE OF WHAT?
DISAPPOINTMENT!
THE ****** CULPRIT
BORN OF GUILT AND HUNGER
ALWAYS HEATING UP THE
POET'S MIND
MAKING HIM LOOK LIKE A FOOL
WITH A HAND OF VERSES
AND A FACE OF SHAME
CAUSE PEOPLE SAY
THE POETS AREN'T BORN
THEY ARE MADE
OF
PEOPLE NOT LIKE
YOU.
OH GOD! ITS A SHAME.
SO FROM THE POET OF THE DARKNESS
MORE IS A LIE DROPPING
YOU LIKE A RORE

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#feelinglikethethemeofthepoem

Ilhan Rahman Weltall Jul 2018

DRY LIPS

SHE'S
SLIM FACED
WITH A DEATH GAZE.
HER
EYES OPEN
PALE FACE.
SHE'S
SAD FACED
DEPRESSED.
HER
LIPS DRY
WITH NO TASTE.
NO GOD.
NO FRIENDS.
SHE'S
ALL ALONE BY THE BENCH.
TEAR DROPS
FALLING DOWN
KISSING HER FRECKLES
PALE BROWN.
JUST LIKE
THE ONES SHE USED TO GET
AFTER ESCAPED GRADE EIGHT.
BUT NOTHING'S NOW
WITH HER.
SHE'S STANDING
ALL ALONE LOOKING
FAR.

Ilhan Rahman Weltall Jun 2018

DIVE

I SEE THE BLUE OCEAN
UNDER THE NIGHT SKY
SO DEEP SO BLUE
THAT IT LEAVES ME WITH
NO CLUE
ABOUT
WHERE SHOULD I DIVE
WHERE SHOULD I GO
SPLASH
I DIVE INTO THE BLUE
THE OCEAN SO DARK
AS LIKE A HEAVY HEART
AS LIKE A DARKENED NIGHTMARE
AS LIKE THE LONELY DESSERT
SURROUNDED BY THE DARKEST
COSMOS
BUT
WITH LIFE
WITH CHARM
WITH BEAUTY
AND BLUE
UNDERWATER IS LIFE
WISH I COULD STAY
HERE FOREVER.

PLEASE ADD SOME COMMENTS.THIS POEM REALLY CAME FROM THE OCEAN INSIDE ME

Ilhan Rahman Weltall May 2018

SACRIFICING MY POEMS

MANY POEMS DID COME IN MY HEAD
AT NIGHT WHEN I WAS IN MY BED
POEMS ABOUT YOU AND ME
POEMS ABOUT US
BUT I DIDN'T WRITE THEM BECAUSE OF YOU
MY POEMS WOULD HAVE REVEALED YOU
REVEALED US
WHICH WOULD BE WRONG
AND DETACHED ME FROM YOU
SO I KEPT ON SACRIFICING MY POEMS
JUST FOR YOU
SO THAT WE CAN REMAIN US