"ankh" poems
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Pure din baat ** ya na **
Lekin gn gm msg na aane par dard hota hai.
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Bas subah ek ankh khol k wish krna
aur tere kehne p uth jati hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Missing you , Love you
kehne se me apne dil k shabd naap leti hu
Pyaar jahir krti ni par fir bhi pyaar krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Nahi babu thoda late ** gya
Sun ke man me gussa lekin
chehre pe sirf muskurahat hoti hai
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Man daba Kar bhi tujhe sula deti hu
tujhe dard me kehrata dekh ni dekh pati hu
Vo sukoon ki neend tujhe ae uski dua krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Gussa tera seh kr bhi tujhe manane m lagi rehti hu
aur khud gussa hone p shant bethi rehti hu
Jhagda hone p khtm hone aur tere mesg ane ka wait krti hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Tera paas hone ka sukoon rehta h
aur vo shikayato ki lambi chaudi list bhi
tujhe dekhte he bhul jati hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Pas na hone p bhi pas rehti hu
aur har cheez ka hisab rkhti hu
Baat na maanane p datati bhi hu
Mera pyaar bhi such me kamaal ka h
Teri wo smile dekhne k lie na jane kya kya krti hu
Aur agr kahi ruk jae to hath pakad leti hu
Dua me tera dard mang leti hu
teri salamati k lie hazaro darbar jaati hu
-KUMARI SHIVANGI
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Ni zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Sathon russ gayi ae peed marjaani
Zakhman nu fer chhil jaa
Beh ja ankhiyan'ch ban ke paani
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Vekh mere bul'chandre
Fer hansde ne dard bhula ke
Haaseya naal pawe aadiyan
Dil honkeya ton ankh ji bacha ke haaye
Fer mere muhre khad jaa
Taza hoje koyi yaad ni purani
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Sathon russ gayi ae peed marjaani
Zakhman nu fer chhil jaa
Peh ja ankhiyan'ch ban ke paani
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Langh ja ni rooh vich di
Agg fer ni lahu nu lag jaave
Hathaan utte kar totka
Meri zindagi di leek mitt jave haaye
Ankhiyan'ch neend radke
Ankhiyan'ch neend radke
Langhe chees koyi haddan de thaa ni
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Saathon russ gayi ae peed marjaani
Zakhman nu fer chhil jaa
Peh ja ankhiyan'ch ban ke paani
Zindagi'ch aaja fer ni
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Soyi soyi si hai zindagi
Koyi bewaqt awaaz na de
Kismat meri ruthi si hai
Magar ankh khul jati hai
Tere ek ehesaas se...
***
Life is almost at a sleep stage
No one even gives a call
My fate is upset, yet willing
As my eyes opens
From the unusual feeling
***
Saaye se bhi, waja puch le
Ki darpar dastak kiyu nahi karti
Zalim dil soh nahi pata
Raato ki beraham tanhayiyan
Har waqt tujhe pukarti...
***
Ask the shadow the reasons
Why it doesn't show up these days
This wrenched heart, cannot sleep
In the loneliness of night
Calls for you, then starts to weep
***
Farista ban gaye ** ya fakir
Likhte hi nahi ** mere naseeb
Ek tutta tara, aine mei dekha
Khoobsurat sa chahera
Har baar rutha...
***
Have you become an angel or a saint
You no longer write my fate
A shooting star, on the mirror sighted
A beautiful face
Saddened yet delighted...
***
©sim
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
The careful moon maunders through the glass ceiling
on these long nights
when I try to alchemize my visions into ships.
I imagine the mist moping among the larches—
the dewy bark that wakes,
looking for shadows of loggers in the grey.
On cold nights like this I sleep beneath a sheet, sweating,
dreaming of China’s violet sky exploding with hues
of a butterfly’s paper wings.
The summer air crackles above the pale girl’s tent—
a counterfeit ankh hangs between
her naked, sagging *******
and she sees the future in the reflection of her eye
on an Opinel’s blade—her iris wheezing into shapes.
She tells me there are gales ahead
like ones in schoolbook etchings of Poseidon.
Boys will choke on salt, she says,
or the ice will kiss the little princes to sleep.
But she coos how they look like dancers at a ball.
How many boys will be lost? I ask the girl.
All of them, she says with ***** on her breath,
but this won’t stop you, will it?
In my favorite dream yolk sizzles on a cast iron as mother sings.
My older sister laughs, cheeks full of sourdough and jam,
and father’s wet hair drips onto his paper—
the ink of little letters smearing into bare branches.
The dream helps me forget that rain never ends where I wake,
where guilt’s proboscis feeds on hardened veins.
To whomever’s my son, please don’t put me in an elegy
where the memory of me will rot like wet wood.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Some say love is a kiss
Pressed softly against your cheek
Or perhaps a beautiful summer's
Day, with sunny skies and green grass
Maybe a pain in the chest
Caused by love unrequited,
Lost, or unatainable
But why can't love be everything?
A simple pinprick of emotion
To a blade ****** and twisted in your heart
A plastic grocery bag floating
Heavily in an Ankh-Morporkian river
A dandelion crushed by
Children's running feet
A single raindrop streaking down
From the sky
A baby giraffe stumbling to
Her feet, gangly legs tangling up
An awkward kiss, half shy
But still enjoyed
A hundred spears pointed towards
The heart of one man, standing forward
A broken butterfly wing
Fluttering to the ground
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
The Emperor watches
The Emperor judges with eyes of fire and diamond
The Emperor holds a grudge, hard
The Emperor holds nothing but contempt beneath his armor
The Emperor grasps the ankh in one hand and the globe in the other, signifying total ********** over life and land
The Emperor sits alone atop the mountain, adorned in gold and ram skulls
The Emperor takes no counsel
The Emperor speaks only in mandates
The Emperor doesn't need to be told he is divine he just believes
The Emperor passes the sentence and swings the sword
The Emperor guards the door to Heaven
The Emperor believes Heaven is beneath his boots
The Emperor cannot be bothered to check
The Emperor does not ask he takes
The Emperor cannot imagination rejection
The Emperor would destroy anyone who tried
The Emperor feels fear
The Emperor runs his fingers over the cracks in his throne
The Emperor knows that if they break out from his grip they will show him no mercy
The Emperor does not know if he can be broken but is not willing to risk it
The Emperor comes down harder and harder every time
The Emperor shatters under the weight of his arrogance
The Emperor is dragged through the streets
The Emperor dies knowing humility
The Emperor's armor rusts
The Emperor's throne breaks
The Emperor's sword is buried with him
In an unmarked grave, somewhere at the base of the mountain
The Emperor is forgotten, and the empire breathes easier every day
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Crux Ansata.(Ankh)
Fruitful union.
A gift from the Gods from days long gone.
The days of Greece and Egypt.
From past a Present,
For eternal life of love was given.
Belt buckle of Isis.
A symbol of stability.
Bidding given of true love.
Amulet charming,
Magical magnetism.
Giving strength and health.
Eternal love,
Eternal life.
Never to be eternal wife.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
The last time the river beds drowned
you knocked by the door and offered
sinking dreams of whales and fails
doomed stars burnt in flooded skies
tainted leaves heaved on angled heavens
visions of torture in trodden deserts
tensions of fractured love inserts
On the bridge of ambivalence, I tossed a coin
a plank set adorned with red ankh signatures
I took your hand, you drooling phantom!
It's nearly a year now, in your world runabouts
another day, a heavier destination, a hesitation
the silence, the demise, the whining ice arise
absent shoulders eating my independence
The freedom you longed in the winter breaks
dissipates thinly in the thunder stroked flakes
and the tears dried and my summer suffice
confronted by an endless long year in the cold bed
covered by conversations of the specter sceptered specks
deranged by miles and the longed played nights
on a realisation that you were never really there
Fleet along young one, the years are a swift ear
listening continuously, whilst switching promptly
making dreams from a mould of changing trims
flinching, twitching perceptions of new beginnings
for I no longer stay at the phone reaching, waiting
nor stay in the patch of haunted misery and hate
join the next column and stop treading in my camp
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Absurd accumulations, broad- cloth's to wipe each bays station! What a joke of clownery tools.Irritated refuge, instigated neices and nephews miss their woeful father's.... One for a count, a whole cell to a slaughter.
Down and out lane I make mine way to your lonesome hell, where ankh arched wells draw back from higher hills..Robust outbreak of plentiful disease, orthopedics outclass your sneeze!!!!
Ovation applauded to ******** alike!!! Ordaters to outvoted daters, silence is thy key to your miserable life!!!!
Pasturage for slobs, corn for all cobs, your colonels panel design twists slow around the vine!!!!
Seconds until six, ten minutes until nine....... Will you behave like the boy you should be?
Or could have been?,
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Mot-dièse : pharaonne
Synonyme : reine-pharaon
Exemple: Hapshepsout
Attributs : pagne court en chendjit
Coiffe-némès
Double-couronne pschent
Collier
Barbe postiche cérémonielle
Sceptre foral
Mot-cible : pharaonne
Synonyme : maîtresse souveraine
Exemple : Maakarê
Attributs: double plume sur mortier
Robe fourreau
Croix ankh
Serpent-Uraeus
Couronne néret
Mot-balise : momie
Mot-clic : le sistre
Mot-clé : la ménat
Tous les mots du monde
Dièse cible clic clé ou balise
Tous les hashtags du monde
Entre croisillons et carrés
Ne mettront sous étiquette ni label
Qu'une infime parcelle intérimaire
De ma pharaonne titulaire.
Ses hanches généreuses s'imbriquent
Idéalement dans l'architecture des pyramides fanfaronnes
Ses courbes défient les lignes droites lubriques des pierres
Et serpentent en gazouillant
Comme des vautours tumides
Entre les grains de sable humide
Et l'oeil du cyclone solaire.
Ma pharaonne porte barbiche cérémonielle
Tous azimuts elle agite son hochet sacré
Et tous les mois sont avril pour elle
Qui ne se découvre jamais d'un fil de siècle.
Veuve numide jamais nue
Mais toujours vulve sincère à neuf têtes
Jamais postiche, jamais potiche, Jamais cruche, jamais crèche
Pharaonne de plein exercice,
Dame de haute lignée tout simplement fraîche
Et éternellement dispose
A célébrer en elle les clics et les clacs de l'immortalité.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence
The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with
The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh
Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Women
Inequality
No one likes
Rightness
No one likes
Orderliness
Ancient concepts of truth,
balance, order,
harmony, law,
morality, and justice,
touched the point,
and the pyramid floor
I will wear my ostrich feathers,
with truth
Regulate the stars, seasons,
and the actions of mortals
Order from chaos
From the moment of creation,
my art wings,
were authentically replicated
The key of the nile,
is ancient and sacred
© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 6:56 AM UTC
Dreams From Endless
She was pleasant
Down-to-earth
Silent,yet perky
With a silver ankh
On a chain around her neck
And she was always a nurturing figure
To me in my dreams
Her long black hair
Is bound by no rules
Of the Endless nights
Your one beautiful star
When there's no one around
I'v always been in love with you
But you will never know it's true
When you smile it comes so easy
But you're breaking my heart
Without words,and with your smiles of shadows
I wish you well
But I can not stay
This lovely masquerade
Is getting old
And I will awaken soon
You always say nurturing words
But do you mean what you say?
Do you feel the words within your heart?
Watching you,while your watching me
We always know which way the story will end
Within endless of nights
Your Neptune
One lonely star
I'll always been in love with you
But you will never know it's true
I'll never take this time for granted
Your so beautiful
Please say your lines
The chapter is almost over
This silent masquerade
Of love is getting old
I never want it to end
You always break my heart with smiles and kindness
I've always been in love with your humility,and quiet strength
I'm timid and shy,
But have the courage of a lion
Yet I'll always be in love with you
But you will never know it's true
Watching me,and i'm watching you
Your from Luna
Your a dreamer of Neptune
One lonely star
Please say your lines
The chapter is almost over
I never take this time for granted
I will always love you
But you will never know it's true
Watching me,while i'm watching you
Say your lines,because your smiles are breaking my heart
I'll always be in love with you
And you'll never know it's true
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Ye sham ki tanhayi
Phir teri yaad laayi
Ek zakham chupaye
Ankh mei aansu bhar aye
Tumne dekha hi nahi
Ek nazar se kabhi
Hum toh gam mei dube
Yaad ayi teri bewafai
..............................................
The silence of noon
Brought back your memories
Hiding a scar, tears brim
You never saw me
Not even a glimpse
Have been drowning in pain
Remembering your unfaithfulness again...
©sim
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
She walks with grace, a quiet tide,
No need for doors; they open wide.
Her presence felt before she's seen,
A shadow cast, a space between.
Her hair a crown of chaos worn,
A tapestry of life forlorn.
Her alabaster skin aglow,
A canvas pale, the moonlight's throw.
Her voice is soft, a tender hum,
A song that calls, “Your time has come.”
Yet in her gaze, no cruel decree,
Just quiet truth and certainty.
Her steps are light, her path aligned,
No chains to bind, no wrath confined.
A necklace swings, an ankh, a key,
Unlocking what is meant to be.
She doesn't judge, she doesn't scorn,
She greets the weary, scarred, and worn.
No need for malice, force, or fire,
For all will answer her desire.
She whispers hope to those who weep,
A promise made, “Forever sleep.”
For in her arms, there lies release,
A final breath, a quiet peace.
Yet in her wake, some still resist,
Clutching life with trembling fist.
But even they will one day learn,
All roads will lead to her return.
Death is not the end they fear,
But a companion, always near.
With gentle hand, she clears the way,
And guides the lost to night from day.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 5:41 AM UTC
I was a king of feral dogs,
Teeth bared, a crown of scars.
I carved my throne in crimson tides,
But the echoes of my reign still mar.
In Nowheretown, a purgatory plain,
I lingered where the restless wane.
A crumbling strip, a dying breath,
This sanctuary—a slower death.
The Last Call clung to brittle glass,
A temple for the lives that pass.
Sticky floors, the dimmest light,
A shrine to shadows in the night.
And I, its keeper, silent stone,
The weight of all my sins my own.
I drank to drown the barking pack,
But the ghosts of harm still pulled me back.
She came in silk, in cold November,
A porcelain face I’d always remember.
Her ankh swung low, her steps were light,
And yet, she carried endless night.
“It’s time to go,” she said to me,
“You’ve paid enough; now come and see.
Where we go, your glass won’t dry,
And the weight you bear, we’ll leave behind.”
I nodded slow, no words to say,
For what is left when debts won’t pay?
Not perfect, no, but I did my best,
And to retire—to do no harm—was rest.
In fading glass and failing light,
I left the town to its quiet plight.
Not as a king, nor as a man,
But as a shadow who simply ran.
Through her embrace, the end began,
Not absolution, but a plan.
To do no harm, for good’s in vain—
To leave behind the beast, the chain.
And as the November winds do howl,
I fade into the eternal prowl.
A feral dog, at last set free,
From the ghosts of harm and memory.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 5:09 AM UTC
The Emperor
The Emperor like a god head
The builder that is said
The fire like a red bird of his power and red robe that comes from planet that is red
The self disciplined and self love like armor that is stronger than lead
The gray throne that he sits on
The wisdom of experiences of the golden crown on his head
The Ankh, Eternal power Beyond the dead
His family from the spread
The process of work turning things into action
Transforming the thoughts and vibration that comes from his head and words that are said
The tools of his wisdom and knowledge that squares things into manifestation
That turns into gold from lead
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
Most of my Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with
out an ankh (caws
away) aimlessly bobbing -
and drowning akin
to a besotted drinker
just out of rest to be
rescued by Mister Rinker
sea ming lee without
any hook, line and sinker
despite being gifted with
an above average thinker
from without, where two
myopic ocular
orbs did winker.
All thru academia
just barely passing grades
metaphorically
suffered from anemia,
and at my nadir,
thy prepubescent psyche
plummeted lovely bones
into grave state,
sans anorexia minus bulimia
mental health also linkedin
shot thru through with
healthy dose of dysthymia
cap (tinned em man hint mettle)
kept awake with insomnia
peppering cerebral
cortex with monomania
buzzfeed ding somnambulant
zombified condition
with a burning
desire toward pyromania
nsync with unmanageable
raging (red dee
and bull lush) testosterone
spawning satyromania
the above particularly
accentuated, and cresting
with accursed
triskaidekaphobia
most agonizing, when
orbitz around Earth
demarcated ten plus
on a Friday the thirteenth,
hence death be not proud
sought after utopia
pleading, longing, and hooping
if I Willoughby
able to sprinkle
cremated ashes across Xenia.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC