Faizel Farzee

Jun 2020

Josh

In dreams, it seems
That sky latches to the earth
When in morning's thought,
Branches outward toward rebirth

An idea is loosened,
While untold stories are shared,
A naked conscious once stowed,
And troubles told, now lay bare

As the day, the shade waves
As a blink, your hand in mine,
The dream's shield is stronger
Like an intense kiss wrapped in time

Until the next eves reserve,
For new stories yet to come
Always
In dreams, it seems

Faizel Farzee Jun 2020

Guillotine

Midnight singing as it approaches.
Slipping silent between shadows.
My book of life it wish to close.
I am heading to the gallows.

I am scared hiding in plain site.
My breathing like water shallows.
I'm in a state fight or flight.
I am heading to the gallows.

I can hear its axe ground scraping.
A debt to humankind i owe
I am In chains no mistaking.
I am heading to the gallows.

The first style I tried was gammo, (won a contest with first attempt) aside from free verse, trying the below next. This also my first attempt. Writing is awesome. (Style Kyrielle)

1. A Kyrielle must have eight syllables per line
2. It must be written in quatrains (four lines stanzas)
3. The last line of the first stanza must be the last line of every stanza in the poem.

Faizel Farzee Jun 2020

My vision's delight

Her lips, soft like that of cotton candy as it subtly embraces my name. Her voice, like a beautiful musically composed orchestra of pure delight.
Her hair, red as the sands of mars cascading under the dancing moonlight.
As i look at the stars this night,
Assurance i got from the moon, our union shines just as bright.

Trying to eliminate being to abstract
All i know is i love you forever, this is fact
these words i write, for your love they fight
i'm the happiest when in my arms, you fall asleep at night.

#love #and #its #tings