"anser" poems
he had broken me. left me on the floor, broken and bleeding.
i can still hear him, hiting you with his fist.
i want to yell at him. tell him to come after me and not you.
but i cant. and i never will.
he comes bursting in. i tell you to go and hide. dont come out, no matter what you hear.
you run and hide. he comes in stagering. he's drunk.
he comes closer.
"hey baby" he slurs. he's so close i can smell the jack on him.
i want to run, but before i know it he has me pind agunts the bed.
as he starts to slap me, i only cry out once, telling him to stop!
he yells " WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?"
i cant anser him, which only makes him slap me harder.
he stops, as he hears his baby girl crying in the other room.
he gets off me. " dont worry rose, mama coming."
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
I de hvide lagner opstår de hvide løgne. Forskruede sandheder der uden tøven er klar til at passere dine læber unden at overveje konsekvenserne. På deres vej mellem dine læber og mit øre, overvejer de ikke een gang hvem de kunne såre, eller hvad de kunne ødelægge.
De danser blot gennem luften, ubekymrede og smålige. De tre små ord, med den største betydning. Men jeg anser det ikke. Jeg er for betaget af din ydre skønhed til at indse at du, i mine hvide lagner fortæller hvide løgne.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
I Lose in Arguments
By: Md. Anser Ali
In others’ eyes, I’m quite the fool,
Yet never deceitful, that’s my rule.
Even when I know the truth so clear,
I lose the debate, without any fear.
A brief defeat, a lasting gain,
I win in silence, not in vain.
Those who win in heated talk,
Often help with truth as they walk.
When facts arise, I do not fight,
Well-wishers sulk, though I know they’re right.
Time’s my friend, and patience deep,
Losing the quarrel, my peace I keep.
When victors find their proof at last,
Grateful, I smile—my pride held fast.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
I am
the diamonds
that you see in your head
do you know those diamonds sing to me
and that i hear, within my head, please feel free to sing alone
not that you will
for you are strong
the one and only you
but feel'in blue
face long and I ask!
What princess
the princess of mine
and you give me that look
that means back off
but i don't
tell me
princess
WHAT?
at that your skin turned grey
then after time you did anser
leave me alone for I feel cold.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
So I gave Bob Dylan
a Greylag Goose
( for his wildfowl collection)
I phoned him and asked
what the bird was up to
and he started to reply,
" The Anser, my friend..."
- get the folk outta here, Bob!
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 12:51 AM UTC
I think I shall sit upon my finest chair
but first sweep away the rubble
of emotional ash
yes, this feels better, a clearer mind now
so I can dabble in unintellectual thoughts
glass of red wine, sip gently, settle in
anticipating the silly grin
thinking of the why question, and the what
if, roll the ball down the alley, oops
a curve and a miss
do I anser the chirping robins calls
hardly, in what language, do they reply
the fog settles in now, a blanket of fine mist
for the demons and ghost to play in
i'm just an obsever of this nightly show
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC