"millon" poems
I
He was intoxicated
by the scent of coffee
dancing in the morning
to his mother’s humming.
II
Then a blacksmith - his father -
taught him how to hammer
form out of chaos
in the muddle of force
and a sweaty anvil.
III
Now if he wished to see
the sunness of the sun
and the greenness of the tree
he would summon the image
of Fatma - an Arab maiden
who was once Berber,
to come write on his face
with her soothing finger:
“Salam, my anguished lover.”
IV
When green-eyed Fatma comes
the wreaths of coffee
Would come with her,
writing in the air;
and all the songs of history
would come marching too,
in battle array,
like an army dressed
in civilian clothing
for a dance in Rio.
V
Fatma’s hair –
a still cascade
of light goldness,
a tide of watery fire,
a flight motionless
of a millon birds who
sing in tongues
and laugh
to the stone unlettered
of his fidgety cenotaph.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
Her breath forms beautiful icicles on the blood-stained window, her pale body lays in horrifying grace
Sunk in cheeks
Charcoal eyes
Her soul empty
gone.
Nothings left.
She feels only a slight tug as his fist curves into her fragile skull once again, smashing her petite figure into the window.
shatter
the beautiful icicle is exploded into a millon pieces and so the glass.
As her tired face hits the window sil
You can almost feel the break of her jaw as it crushes beneath the weight of his tremendous blow.
Her eyes are still open
But she is now completely gone
The last of her life shattered away with the icicle formed by her last breath.
v.v
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
Quiero escribirte un millon de versos
En todos decirte como te quiero
Pero no hay suficiente tinta en el universo
Asi que acercate, pegate a mi pecho
Acercate, te lo dire con besos
Dejare tus labios rotos y desehechos
Un frenesi que no conoce frenos
Que tu placer rompa el silencio
Que en este fuego que tenemos
Nuestros cuerpos se derritan enteros
En uno solo fundido este nuestro aliento
Tomados de la mano, rozar las nubes del cielo
Quiero escribirte un millon de versos
En todos decirte cuanto te deseo
Pero las palabras se la lleva el viento
Asi que acercate mas, perderte no quiero
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
*If I could stop a person from crying,
Or a friend from dying,
I would have gained a million dollars.
If I could stop a soul from aching,
Or a spirit from breaking,
I would have gained a million dollars.
If I could help a person the good Word hearing,
Or keep a heart from bleeding,
I would have gained a millon dollars.*
~Marian~
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
six million
Jews
six million
souls
six million
dreamers
six million
storytellers
six million
innocents
six million
fathers
six million
daughters
six million
mothers
six million
sons
six million
laughers
six million
singers
six million
dancers
six million
Jews
murdered
by one speck of
hate.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
R ight there for me
H onest with me
I love her and wanna be with her
A n it hurts but idc
N othing will separate us
N ever in
O ne millon years
N ice to know she dont like me
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Hey guys!
I know you don't really care but today's my birthday!!!
I'm 13 now,not 12.
Thank you guys,it's been a good year,I couldn't have made it with oh you guys.
:-D thanks a Millon!
The freakin 13 year old,
-Evie Camille Wills
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
The desert rolls up in towering sand. The spirit enters and towers.
No flowers grow there. He will stand and stare for a millon years.
Then the wind massages.
Down he comes.
To wander and stand .
Another spirit man to tower with the sky.
Some giant shelter to the passerby
Wandering rock.
First sand then stone.
All alone.
Sees and knows.
Reports his travails to the restless wind.
Bleached bones/silent vilages
Alone.
More spirits sent forward
And to return. Wondering rocks
No shelter or home.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
You're doing your best
To make my life a hell of a mess.
Personal maid I never hired.
You dont need breaks, your weak bones don't get tired.
You put more dirt on every floor,
Spit on dishes,mop away my hidden wishes.
Throw out pages of all I am,every shred out the door,
Into the wind and out into night,Goodbye pages,forever out of sight.
You try so hard to make my life hell,
You're doing your worst,I can tell.
You're the personal guard I never hired
Never had a chance to say your fired.
You pull me away from fights,just to start them.
You don't love my needs,you depart them.
You don't end all things bad,
Just start all things worse.
Why such a person did I deserve?
A person with lies that holds no words!
Try as you might to tear my spirit down,
I'll always wear a smile,you'll always wear a frown.
Try as you might to burn my house down,
A Millon torches can't set a spark to a mansion below the ground.
Try as you might,pull me out of light, take my sight,
I'll still have everything you stole,this praise I carry you shall never know.
So drop my dishes!
It'll give me a chance to sweep away the dirt.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Can I run into you and you not break. Would you be able to withstand the whirlwind that is me? I am broken beyond my own repair shattered in a millon pieces not even ***** could put me back together. I'm lost not like on the GPS where you can miss the turn and make a different turn, all the streets are one way. I'm fighting to hold on to my sanity struggling to remeber why I'm even here. And then I realize, it's not for me to understand but believe and trust in the one who's skin was torn for me so when I'm torn between decision I understand where my help comes from. I will point to the hills and go all the way up.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Felt the ghost of your kisses on my neck
As I danced with your silhouette
To cigarettes after ***
It was late
But we were drunk on love' and wine
And
I laughed as your soft breath tickled my ear as you whispered sweet nothings
As the night sky got darker
You held onto me like you never wanted to let go
But when I tried to hold onto you
Your form combusted in a millon tiny fragments and dissipated into thin air
And I was left clutching onto emptiness
Eyes glazed over with dreams
I cried tears of remembrance
With a wine glass in my hand
I danced with your silhouette.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
"Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió",
Asi dice la canción, que desapareció.
"Y aunque tuviera dos, yo solo quiero aquel
Cien mil o un millon yo pagaré"
Si te contara de mi unicornio azul
Deberia especificar que él aún sigue aquí
Que no ha decidido irse, que no desapareció.
Te digo que es único, que solo lo quiero a él.
Al contarte de mi unicornio azul
Te abriera las puertas a mi corazón.
Te dijera que mi mayor miedo es
Tener que ser yo la que cante
"Se me ha perdido ayer, se fue".
Te hablara de sus ojos azules y piel clara.
Te contara de nuestros mejores momentos,
la mayoría durante mi infancia.
Te explicara que por él conocí Unicornio Azul
Y por el temo vivir lo que expresa la canción.
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC