"qyf" poems
*Beautiful are the stars in the dim sky
When fireflies, in the silence of the night, shine
And the leaves dance with the tempest wind
As the clouds clad itself with darkness.
Beautiful are the things in life
Even if given with a horde of trials
Consider the roses robed with thorns
Or the cactus in the desert grown alone
On how they have dealt with life thus spines born
And on how their spines have made them strong.
Let the troubles opt to mist on its own.*
- qyf
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
**Dear feet,
Bring me to places where my heart will be tried; my mind be blown; my faith be tested; my reason be questioned.
I want my life to be a worthwhile walk. That after all the devastations you brought me in. And the cuts you got where the blood spilled.
I could write on this uneasy ground,
"I have had a hard one, but at least, I fought to live and was not defeated."
Yours,**
-qyf
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
*Beneath the moonlight,
gently my pain
I detach
putting it in the dark sky
spreading it throughout
replacing the stars,
one by one
until my pain
is the only thing that shines
and the shimmers tickle
my weary eyes.
So then in relief, sighs
My pain has become my starlight
and the shooting star
of other's grieving heart.*
-qyf
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
*My life is filled with plot-holes.
But these made me whole.*
-qyf
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Forgive me,
if at this moment
you are lonely;
and me not there
to be lonely with you.
Forgive me,
if some girls have hurt you;
and made you feel undeserved.
Trust me, I understand your pain;
for I too have been with men
whom I loved only for hopes that
one of them is finally you.
But none of them was you.
Because You are still there,
somewhere,
hurting.
And me too here,
crying, hoping, waiting.
But I would like to ask you,
like me;
Keep looking.
And if we will be hurt
again and again,
with wrong people,
that is only because
we have not found each other yet.
But please, take heed;
I know, when us finally meet
we will work together,
to put ourselves back again.
Our love shall heal each other
as if we have not been lonely,
as if we have not been hurt before.
Our love shall thread the holes
in our hearts,
Our hugs shall glue the the broken pieces of us.
Our kisses shall profess that in each other's arm;
We received the love we deserved.
Your love,
*** ---qyf***
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
And I finally said,
*"I want to be a fan.
A ceiling fan to be specific.
I would just be overhead of them
And would keep my duty in spinning,
Until they will be accustomed
of my presence,
**Like it is the air that only existed.
Or they will notice me only
if I am a bit strong
or a bit too weak."***
-qyf
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
**I gave you
all the love
I could give.
And you took
all the love
when you left.
Even that love,
that love I
reserved for myself.**
-qyf
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
I gave up my pen,
And tore all my dreams.
Poetry never was my friend
Thus my journey as poet, here ends.
- qyf
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
*Windows opened pale
as his eyes fixed on me
without love he used to stare.*
-qyf
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
*I am loved.
I was loved.
I will be loved.*
- qyf
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
*Sacrifice is a self-less act
provided that it goes not beyond
compromise.*
--- qyf
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
The fire
That was lit
On our first
Hi and Hello
Had been
Extinguished
With our last
I love you.
-qyf
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
I behold the
promises as
your lips curve
for a kiss.
And watch it
die
as your lips too
shut satisfied.
I am only a wine
you long for
when your heat is
uncontrollable.
But I will let you,
always,
to drink me.
After all,
I am a finest wine,
fermented with
years of broken promises.
- qyf
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
*The sun had taught me that
**there are times
in life that
even the biggest star
has to bend and sink sometimes.***
-qyf
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
The way he looks at me,
with magnificence and praise
Slices my heart to bleed
in hopes that,
May his love
looks at me
the same way
his lusts do.
But the truth is:
While his eyes worship me,
His heart sees me as nobody.
- qyf
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Tonight,
I want to hide behind my keyboard
And be the words in my poem.
And if my poem does speak
nonsense, that is because
I am
in word and in flesh
the absolute of it.
-qyf
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Why, though we have loved
for a thousand times
nobody has ever
perfected love
just like nobody has ever
gotten used with heart aches
though had been broken
for a thousand times.
-qyf
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
a fear that
lives in the
mirror of
tomorrow;
that shatters
when I live
at the present
with you.
-qyf
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
*This life is a long melancholic road
To be trod alone until the end
Better is my worn-out slippers with a pair
Than with my heart, alone,
soaked with despair
Sunrise heralds another burden to bear
And allows me to see my own affected smile
In the pool of tears on the ground
This assures me, there is no one behind
I am a hostage of this unfair world
Only to jail me, alone, miserable
Forward, I want to reach the end
**But I am certain, along this road shall my body lay
Breathless, cold and still lonely.***
-qyf
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Too many reasons
but none sounds reasonable
at all.
©qyf
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
the chickens keep bawk-ing
bawk bawk bawk
their pointless views, and
having each other
roasted in the end.
-qyf
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
***
Confuses lust with love.
Respect.
Strips lust from love.
Lust.
*Demands love to get naked.
if obeyed not,
shows love as no love.
and if obeyed yes,
shows love as no love still.*
Love.
*Knows *** is worth of respect
as much respect as
its lover is worth of.
And with it, everything could stand preserved.*
You.
**Use *** not as a parameter of love.
Or it shall be used as a parameter of you.*
---qyf
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
I saw the grass bowed when the wind blows.
And saw my beau beside me, welcomed it with awe.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms so wide,
Embracing the wind, like a groom embracing his bride.
He reached for my cold hands and drew his face near,
Felt his life as he whispered to my ear
*"Dear, when I die, don't ever think I abandoned you
I will summon the wind to hug you when it blows."*
Those scenes awakened me in the middle of the night
My dream killed me in dreadful fright
I remember the horror I had yesterday
When the wind blew and snatched him away
Before my eyes, I saw him fought and strived,
Before my eyes, I saw him breathed his last and died,
My spirit so filled and whelmed with morose,
As I threw into his tomb a fresh picked rose.
I cried and buried my head to my pillow,
Then I heard the wind knocking at my window,
I opened it and welcomed the wind with tears
I closed my eyes and spread my arms so wide
--- I know it's him, my Beau, my Dear
-qyf
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
*Find what makes you happy
but first
find yourself.
- qyf*
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC