"likings" poems
A yellowish time was walking alone
On the Hare Road in the rainy afternoon.
Is it time to discuss with coffee or ice-cream
holding the hand like a band
Touching the sorrows before putting
coins into the evening's folder?
It's time to slice time thinner and thicker
Processing pickles on the dissection table
With likings-hates, joys-sorrows, dreams-realities
before the evening flirts afternoon!
Going ahead or coming back or even standing a while
Which one is the worthless best I don't like to know?
A small seed of wrongful dream germinates mutely
From infinity and going to the end of infinity!
Never have I seen any time walking
Nor have I seen any rainy afternoon at Hare Road!
Poem 17
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
Likings, prefences and goals may change
But it is the dream
that always remains;
The dream
where I see myself flying high,
Where the stars are shining and moonlight brightening
the amazing night sky;
The dream
where I see myself walk in style,
Wearing the uniform I've been yearning to earn
since juvenile;
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Love and friendship got one thing in common base named as trust,
And as far as this bond continues relation goes with no argues and smooth without any grudge, Today's relation got more ego than love ❤,
It starts with likings and ends up with lust,
Now its a international trend to have a special contact in phonebook ,
Named like love, life line etc or just of jealous the neighbourhood,
Now a days relations are mostly based on nonsense fictions,
At last ending of it one or both get stuck in its contradictions,
It's like participating in a game,
It's easy to get one person whom you can easily blame,
After breakup; fights or any misfortune happens either all the negatives because of that person or haven't,
I don't know what's going on to today's generation, People just attach temporarily and if it doesn't seems to profitable they walk away like nothing happened.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
You're the code that I'm trying to figure out
You're the Pantone shades I'm trying to understand
You're the positivity and the doubt,
You're the missing element I want to cage a grand
I think I have mastered your patterns in crazy alternatives
That right now, I'm still arranging your unorganized buttons
I attempted to love you your likings, just to say that I am widely creative,
Though there are devilish and majestic counts for your respective reasons
Many mouths have delivered and said the same guilt of languages
Chaotic pasts and mayhems are hidden to remember
These wounds and emotions are no longer to be covered with classic bandages,
You're the holographic dream and the impossible to reach in all chambers
I have encountered broken promises and I have trusted ranks of themes,
I guess we enjoyed the pride to where the roads will lead us to
Roses aren't that romantic as beautiful as they seem,
Orbs cannot unsee your inadequate schemes because boy, you're see through
My mind is floating twenty-four-seven like a gushing river,
Cues subsided in between unidentified hallucinations
Honestly, there are things that I insist to sugarcoat,
Scooping the factors that you have a bucket of reservations
Oftentimes, these glitches could appear in authentic waves
Feet are out of the box, searching for the valid sequence
My crumpled heart is the cursor and you're the file I still need to save,
This is the chronicle of how you became my iridescence
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
All of your,
Fears,
Lies,
Betrayals,
Guilts,
Pleasures,
Likings,
Trips,
School years,
Schedules,
Downfalls,
Fights,
Relationships,
All poured into a glass of a life once lived ,
And now.........
Maybe there were some things you wish you could give,
But too late for anyone to receive,
Before that day,
Your memories we will forever speak.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Will this be how I end?
A series of fortuneless failings forging fake ideas on which I depend,
Will this be how I end?
Messy myriads of malicious and mundane men and woman of disdain for each a pain they recommend,
Is this how I end?
An audacious allegory screaming to the world with hopes in vain and civil likings I pretend,
Is this how it all ends?
The subtle cries and whimpers of the weak and weary through a touch screen connection to my friends?
Is this how my world ends?
Taking nothing with us but leaving a thousand things owned by men who pretend to give yet do nothing but lend
Is this my end?
The teetering tempting footsteps on a ledge to leap and leave nothing less, than a pavement canvas of crimson and marrow blend,
to bend my will against the curb that will not bend and send a message to a nihilistic god screaming nothing will this mend,
so then to the torturous temptations that in my mind I tend I say,
The end?
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
You remind me of the connection
We held with such conviction
Even the smallest of things
Turns in to the biggest of likings
I want to hate
To repress the fate
I've made in my mind
That you were mine
But how can I hate you
You cheer me up when I feel blue
Our biggest problem wasn't us
It was tall, dark, and contagious
Dumb, jealous, and dangerous
Friends are full of trust...
********
Opposites attract
Just as light refracts
To make something beautiful
The love was gone, I was full
I was impatient
I was swimming in a pool
Of jealousy and misery
My one chance of something real
Something rash I did seal
Cards given on the wrong deal
If I had only waited another meal
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
I dont like my liking of you.
I hope you like me too.
That way the liking will be two.
Then I'll like the likings we like.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
the fact that i have
to keep everything in
for two months
until the only person
who knows my likings
and secrets
comes back
then, and until then,
can i burst my emotions
verbally
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
"Oh thank you!" He cried, his eyes lit up with delight,
As the computer screen flickered, and yielded a beautiful sight.
The recipients couldn't hear though, what it all meant to him,
Followings, likings, comments, well it was too much to take in,
So, to write a poem was the only way to go,
To thank all the people,
For bringing their standards so low.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
*
**
Passion flames out of the mind
Perfumed candles burn in kind
Shades of light dance on the wall.
A shadow spreads slowly to all.
Our hearts beat with an illusion;
body embrace, to feel the passion,
Borne from somewhere deep inside.
a desire to love within to be abide!
One from heart that beats so soon;
Sheltering the likings as our own
As we move towards a silent dusk;
Moon enclose s up the sky in a mask
*
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
*Wood, leather, strings
And now synthesizers
Can produce sound
of our likings
Words, thoughts produce
Lyrics and songs
It even gives birth to poems
Then what is there from LOVE?
Every LOVE begins
Will surely end
Is that not?
NO
Is there an beginning
And ending for our SOUL?
What will evolve from LOVE?
What will come next?
LOVE at the end of its journey
Transforms into
Soulfulness to spirits
Ecstasy to eternity
LOVE transforms
Two bodies, two minds, two hearts
two EGOS into one soul
There is no beginning or end to LOVE
LOVE exists in SOUL*
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
All around the world there's no diffrence in love,
a picture w draw with our thinkings,
have to fill colours of lover's likings,
and which is marked by a swet smile and a tight hug,
which helps to come out when situations are struck,
and it take away th stress,
which wakeup the happiness,
a beautiful journey having bright but daring paths,
which both have to come as the life long they last's,
it's not a spacebound,
it's a temple in which calmness and satisfaction is all around,
and a happy ending is left behind,
when a unbreakable we find,
like all things we see in space and wonder,
similar to it can make disaster many times more than a bundle of thunder,
it comes as the sunlight,
but never left our heart untill we fought our life's last fight,
but it brokes,
it break all the limitatoins feeling's and hopes..
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Your brows
If you over preen
Will have to lean
On the likings of
A sharpie pen
In the color coffee bean
Then you will be
A vampire queen
Looking ever so mean
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
I was told at a very early age that I could do the very things I wanted to do.
Being young and foolish I spoke "I want to be Blue"
My parents laughed at me and patted my head
Told me to try something realistic instead
Before sending me off to sleep in my bed.
Years later, With more miles walked
With more things heard, with more words to talk
With more memories and thoughts confusing to me
I read a book.
"Am I blue?" It said, a collections of stories, a window to see through
Reading it brought my confusing thoughts to view.
And then I realized I am blue.
Blue in this sense meant that I had likings
Likings that were not ordinarily normal yet still in the realm of Normalcy.
It was the sense of I liked guys in the way I "should" like girls
In the sense I am more attractive to his golden curls.
I got to be blue, and still get to be blue, and forever get to be blue
Just not in the way I thought I would.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel
I am no longer writing for myself,
but rather becoming more like an elf.
Working and writing for everyone,
but myself.
I feel the need to keep my followers
entertained consistently and constantly
out of the fear I may lose my audience.
I feel I lost the purpose of my writing,
finding myself writing to the others liking
rather than expressing the voice within me.
For, once writing felt like a destress
but now it seems more of a stress.
I find myself beating my mind,
scraping for ideas,
juicing what's left within me,
to be drained
just to post consistently.
It's important to remember
to put yourself first above others.
To express to your likings and authenticity.
To not lose one self in the muddle of others
demands, voices and likings.
To remember the reason,
why you initially started.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
**
Like a birth is usual, also
Death is a natural,
a likely process;
As the soul begins
an eternal Journey;
body shuts down by its own.
Whether rich or poor,
young or old;
Beautiful or ugly;
****** or impure;
We must face and
deal with it one day;
Pain or sorrow;
grief or fear;
We must bear and
accept it in any way;
Loss or gain;
feel of heal;
Be ready to say
A Goodbye
to all likings; sharing’s;
Favorites and to beloveds;
well wishers !
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
For her love is a word
full of emptiness
she fails to
understand
its language
it's too preachy
for her likings
For a little girl
whose father
left her when
she is too young
to even shed a tear
when it's her time
to marvel at the flowers
she is forced to
mourn with them
if at all
she knew
their pain
as they watched
her confused face
but she grew
she learned to act
and learned to frown
she paid her dues
Now she's thick
as a bark
bold and bare
but she's
not without love
What was snatched
from her from the very
beginning
is now returned
in the songs of
egrets and buzzards
only that
A lotus cannot grow
in clean waters
as much she wants to
But when she blooms
people look at her
in amazement
forgetting
what's around
only she knows
what she's been through
But in the end
a lotus she is...
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
We love to say some things over and over
that they seem true and correct
We believe them to be fact
"You complete me"
"You are my all in all"
"I can't live with out you"
A reminder that there is a part of us living on more than food
That grows accustomed to particular habits and likings
I am my body, mind, soul and spirit
You are like me
You are a body that feeds
A mind that thinks
A soul that yearns for life
A spirit that surrounds the whole of you
Inside and out
As a child you and I were taught to bath to keep clean
To eat food to growth strong
To sleep, take a break and restart
All for the part of us to groom and grow
The body
As a teenager you and I were taught to dream for our future
To yearn for more to come
To be resilient to achieve more than what we are
To use our felt heart to connect to more in life and live to the fullest
All for the part of us to groom and grow
The soul
As youth we search for more
A purpose to define us, give us and let us understand our identity
A life long journey
A part of us that we only wish we started grooming and growing sooner, the one most people forget to carter to and acknowledge
Yet the body and mind will feed the soul, the soul the spirit and the spirit the body
A union that no man can separate
Your spirit will complete you
More than any fellow man, dream or gain will ever
A thirst only you can feel
Only you can describe
Don't let ignorance keep you away,
We can be complete; body, mind, soul and spirit.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC