"mariya" poems
What’s in a name?
It is what turns heads
It can cause a quiver in your body
Or a smile to curl onto your lips.
A name can be tarnished
Or reborn.
It can make you stand out from the crowd
Or join the masses.
It is more than what society deems
A socially acceptable form of
Introduction.
So let me introduce myself:
I used to feel my name in harsh syllables
Rooted in the language of my people’s history.
MAR or MIR meant bitter.
Like having the wrong taste in your mouth
Reminding me of MARor –
Eaten on Passover to remember how burdensome,
Difficult and bitter the Jews’ slavery in Egypt was.
IAM (YAM) – ocean.
Tumultuous, never still.
Always swirling and scaring children out of it.
MIRIAM – my Hebrew name.
Bitter sea.
I grew into that name resentfully.
I reacted when I was called that by fellow classmates,
For what else could I do?
But time went by
And I began collecting seashells by the seashore.
The ocean became a treasure and my name
Had a new ring to it.
Yet when eighth grade graduation came around I was given the option
Of writing Mariya instead of Miriam.
I was going to high school where I didn’t know anyone.
So no one needed to know my bitter past.
I also learned that a name was not made up of syllables
But of sweet sounds.
Mmm – like the taste of something so delicious your eyes close
And you feel yourself melting.
Aaa – you’ve just finished your meal and on this hot summer day
You find solace in the cool water running down your back in the shower.
Rrr – racing, running, reaching for the sky.
That’s the sound I want my plane to make when I can hold a piece of
Cloud in the palm of my hand and feel its silver lining.
Iii – the sound of “and” in many languages. The sound of something more,
Reminding me that this is not the end.
Ya – the sound of agreement and conclusion. As if that is all I have to say…so yeah.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Beautiful, smart, sassy, fierce, kind, and sweet.
A girl of sugar and spice and everything nice.
She's like no other girl you know,
And if you're lucky to know her, never let her go.
She's brains and beauty.
She always makes me laugh.
I love her so much, my girl.
She'll never speak bad of you, unless you mess with her, or the ones she loves.
She's stronger than she knows,
Never weak, even when she feels she is...
This girl is the most amazing girl I know... I love my babe to the moon and back! Her name is Mariya Sayed!!!
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
For Mariya
a poet who apologizes
that she ent be able to
to keep up with my new poems, for she is transiting to the front of the Ukraine – Russia
War,
“I have a new poem sent to me every day only for my eyes, and I send a new poem every day only for his eyes, it a special pact that they just for us alone, and I love that. What a sad end though, maybe someone new will come who read you poem-a-day love?”
Mariya
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Patience is a golden key that, over time, opens every single door...
and for this alone,
we live for ourselves eternally,
awaiting our
daily dose
of almost yet,
an unshared single breath,
that enlivens us for twenty four more,
till that day, that, time,
when the poems are whispered
in each others ears, and exchanged
in a breathed breath via kisses that are
incapable of being wasted or
impossible to record,
and yet!
a singular breath
each an addition
to our owned private
library-
that will last the exact length of our two
lifetimes combined…
~*~
o.l.p.
~~
weep not for me,
my poetry is indeed diurnally
drunk,
by anyone and all who love
the notion
that it is
the potions of our words
that are the essential essences,
the very elixir
that creates & sustains
the ephemeral ether
we need to exist,
that we loosely label
love!
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
Oh God , Oh God
never heard you ,
never seen you,
just talked to you
when i needed you,
Doing sins,
Just knowing it,
That the god above me
Is seeing it,
Knowing what is right,
Is something bright,
Knowing what is wrong ,
Is something strong,
But that isn't enough ,
talking to someone
in a tone that is rough and tough,
Seeing ir hearing something bad,
Knowing that I am so sad,
OH GOD, OH GOD
Save me from hell,
That is fire for one to eternal dwell,
Seeking knowledge of QURAN,
protecting yourself from SHAITAAN,
Knowing the magestic role played by the prophets,
It is that one muslim wants
WRITTEN BY MARIYA JAWED
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC