"sceneries" poems
things can be different
from different point of views.
the same sceneries can be dull
or they can be filled with hues.
the flickering flame can burn
or the flame can be warm.
the water can quench thirst
or the water can bring storm.
we don't have to think alike,
we don't have to be the same.
for some people my words could mean
and for some they could be lame.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
KENYA
K….Kenya my beautiful country
E ….earn honors and respect
N …none is like you my country
Y …you shine brighter compared to any other
A …across the world, you light brighter that the sun
The beauty sceneries of the green vegetation
The dark color of the people of Kenya
The arable land in Kenya
The mines
The animals and tourist centers in Kenya
The presidency
The politics
The hot springs
The digitality in Kenya
The economic growth in Kenya
The agricultural sector,
The flag of Kenya
The education sector in Kenya
All make me feel proud of Kenya….
And I feel so good to be Kenyan.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Americana is not Greyhound.
People come and go like life,
Attached to the waiting random.
The road feels longer,
Relief of excretion and sanitation,
Home spreads everywhere.
Sitting strangers are stories,
Riding by unknown sceneries,
Thinking about their hometown,
Wondering if they will reach their destination on time.
Earphone music connects memories to a person so vividly,
It feels like a new chapter in my life,
Bookmark the important ones with parts of me,
It feels like I’m departing,
From something small to somewhere big.
It’s
already
an adventure
once the first
step is made
with you.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
KENYA
K….Kenya my beautiful country
E ….earn honors and respect
N …none is like you my country
Y …you shine brighter compared to any other
A …across the world, you light brighter that the sun
The beauty sceneries of the green vegetation
The dark color of the people of Kenya
The arable land in Kenya
The mines
The animals and tourist centers in Kenya
The presidency
The politics
The hot springs
The digitality in Kenya
The economic growth in Kenya
The agricultural sector,
The flag of Kenya
The education sector in Kenya
All make me feel proud of Kenya….
And I feel so good to be Kenyan.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
I cannot even draw a straight line
My masterpiece is a doodle stick man
My drawing of a heart doesn't look like one
But I'd want to show you the visions that I have
I'd like to sketch a portrait of you
Like Jack on Titanic would do
Or paint a thousand sunsets
Like what Michael learnt to do
I'd like to draw those sceneries we see
Or that image of your back as you sleep
The image of our hands intertwined
Paint the colors you gave my life when it was black and white
But I cannot draw..
I've been jealous of those who can
Express their love through drawing or painting
But I cannot draw
What my eyes saw
I cannot draw
Those comic strips
With our love story in it
I just have no talent in this field
I cannot draw
So the least I can do is write
Draw words from my soul and rhyme
Paint words to rhyme
Sketch stories into words and color them to rhyme
I cannot draw
But I can write
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
The chase is on.
Have been since you saw her.
Now you must reel her in.
She's the bait.
And you're the fisherman.
Once a woman sparks a man interest.
She be chased and hopefully hooked.
Words of her beauty will be tossed her way.
And she will blush.
And feel warmth from all the charm.
Of the man known , as the fisherman.
And like a flowing stream.
He will describe all the beautiful sceneries she reminds him of.
Believe it.
Because, a fisherman always brags about their catch.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
We wear our helmets
Together with our suits for race
I am the driver
You are my co-driver
Buckle up! Seat belts on
We're ready to race
Radio's on, I let you decide on which station
Ready? Get set. Let's start the chase!
We start smoothly
Our gear's not even on three
I step up the gas
Let's speed up and fast!
I don't really see the need to rush
But since we're on the track
Better give it our best shot
Or else we'll lose the bout
Also, there are competitors
Whose pace we can't help but to compare
They have such high scores
Which subconsciously became our goal
Then came rough roads
I swerve from left to right
We go off road
Several times
A **** after a ****
Seems like an under-construction ramp
"Watch out!"
And then a bump
Blood and bruises
Filled our faces
You looked at me with so much blame
But, hey, isn't this a tag-team game?
Sure, I was the one holding the steering wheel
But you were my co-driver, sitting at the passenger seat
You were the one in charge to navigate
To follow your instructions was all I did
I admit I had troubles as well
Insecurities, jealousy made me tremble
I felt I made an impossible gamble
But, I am very sorry, I am human after all
I cannot see your tears
You're not that easy to read or I'm just bad at it
But I have to take a guess
You're very sorry as well
We looked into each other and we had the hint
We had to change our views for this trip
Ah, I know what action would fit
We smile as we said, "In this race, we quit."
I started the engine
And we buckled up again
We quit the race, but we didn't quit our journey
We'll continue slowly but surely, as we enjoy the sceneries
We've had enough of contests
Championships that never had any winner
Championships that only brought stress
It's not the destination, but the journey which matters
If ever in case you resign as my co-driver, however
I'll probably hire another
After forever?
Or I'll just also quit as a driver
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
in geography we learnt that there are
plates under us
drifting in underlying motion
it is said that when collided
brings with it an
ecstasy of disasters
i liken to how i feel at seven pm
on the train home
from work
practice balancing on metal plates
as faded sceneries
unwind before my very eyes
the occasional crash into strangers
brings with it a divergent of
careless intimacy
nothing stays long enough for a smile
just floating heads
a flurry in their tragic minds
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
I have no choice but to breath this air
or do I? I can speak and I can write
something about anything,
I can witness the hows the whys
pro and cons of the daily agenda
freedom has a local flavour
idealogy a bitter taste
discrete pockets of life disjointed
I meet them on the streets
the social body this rags when
policemen rebel against the truth
doctors against health
teachers against compassion
politicians against duty
a slaughter house the mind in action
we look the other way with a laugh
not to see the epidemic of helplessness
political physiology gone awry
oppression cemented in our deeper minds
we carry it in our shoulders like
a gun machine waiting to happen
the collective focus a borderline land
the air itself suffocated by the
politics creating despair so that
minds have no more sceneries
to dream the world into existence
or do they?
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 5:46 AM UTC
the divergence of roads
is an illusion
a myth perpetuated
by those who fear solitude
but one who has walked the lonely path
enjoyed all its sights, sounds and sceneries
rested in the shade of its motherly oaks
knows that at last
everything converges
every road, every fellow traveller
every other choice
meets at one
single brilliant point
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
08.02.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I grew up in a Muslim country
Where the culture is different;
Dress codes, cuisines, sceneries, and peaceful people,
Different from your local news' bombing news content.
I met different people at my old school, all of which are my friends;
Of different ethnicities, culture, and religion.
Despite our major differences, we treated each other as one;
We built a bond that is not made for oblivion.
I am lucky to grow up experiencing having a Muslim and a Christian for a friend,
I get invited to holidays like Christmas and Ramadan.
I get to see and feel the best of both worlds,
And respect for each religion is the key to living as one.
I wrote this to serve as an eye-opener
That the terrorists that you see on the news are not my Muslim brothers;
For when terror is claimed in Islam's name,
They disrespect the Islamic belief and teachings when they make that claim.
We need to live in a world where people thinks critically—
A world with no woman with a hijab is stared at disrespectfully;
A world where nobody uses Islam as a sign of terror;
A world with no discriminations, just peace and tranquility.
I hope we also learn cultural sensitivity,
For religion differences aren't something to joke about and be tagged with petty comedy.
Respect is what we need to have a peaceful community,
And if we really want to live in a world free from disquieting thoughts and emotions,
Let this all start with you and me.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
I lost the innocence and burned the flowers in me,
And I summon the presence of silence and ocean
I stayed and watch its roaring waves when it hit the land
And for a second, I thought I loved how fascinating it is
I wanted to stay any longer and forget;
What happened, happened.
Why it happened, happened.
So I wanted to contemplate the sceneries of the horizon
I wanted to appreciate the beauty it tries to hide,
And I stay awake for the night and—
I never thought how mesmerizing the stars is,
I never thought how it helps to get rid with the burden he caused
In this paradise, I wanted to get lost
Live and hide in the sea with golden sands
Live and hide in the place where can I say that it's mine
Live and hide in the place where silence welcome me when I woke up.
I wanted to get lost in a paradise where I could leisure everything
And I'm glad that my innocence are back
And joy starts to fill my heart again.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Who knew I’d go this far in poetry? Matter of fact, it was never
in my list, not option one, two nor three
But I’m surprised at where it took me, to meet
different people from different countries
With interests of writing words and connecting
Them like these.
Painting pictures and creating sceneries from words
Angst and zeal all wrapped in a verse
No rules, nothing, it’s so very free
Doesn’t have to rhyme, said who that it’s a must?
So don’t make a big fuss
Out of it, you can always adjust the words if you’re scared
of the sea of people that’ll look at you with pure disgust
but if they do judge you, to a certain degree
that is nothing and nothing else but robust,
you go up to them, don’t cuss, don’t ******
but tell them, “This poem is written by me,
and if you have nothing else to say but combust
words that displays strong averse
to my poem, then keep your mouth shut” and just
flee.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
A child begging to be with his dad,
Ride a bike going to the north,
Where her cousins are there.
Sitting in the front,
She saw her dad's hands getting calluses
from an hour biking,
Still seeing her dad with happy smile,
and she don't know why,
Maybe because of the smooth road they're taking,
or the pastures they're passing by,
Trees swaying so as their hair
As they contradicts the direction of the windy day,
The ways are getting longer,
But she let her eyes to freeze on the right side,
it passes beautiful sceneries,
enough not to get boredom,
Getting to the place,
She sees her father, though tired from a long ride,
Lots of stories to talk to her grandmother,
While she plays with her cousin,
This child step
on becoming years older than before,
Realizing that memory as more than anything,
to be treasured
now she misses her dad
while she's away from them,
working for long hours
not getting enough pay,
planning to get farther to them
to earn more than enough
But whenever I gets back to that time
where I used to beg to be with my dad,
I now know why happy he is riding his bike,
I just like to be a child again and go back home now.
-A.M.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
I crawled through the dead spaces of old houses
Just to breathe in years old memories
Brimming with adolescent thrill and reveries
Picturesque sceneries in glass-encased eternities
Withered limbs broke apart feinting apathy
Parched and cracked, my lips bore silent screams
As I disintegrated, filling the negative space
That resides where loss and ache form dead weight
I am the calm that breaks your heart
I am the still that never departs
In a frenzied world of dead spire loves
Out of reach, out of luck, and out of touch
I became envy, firing sparks across cold skin
I became adoration, pulsing and sun-kissed
I yearned to hate
I yearned to love
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone?
Knowing not what’s to come?
Do I dare coalesce?
What will I become?
Knowing all that’s gone
Is all I loved?
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
1,
my hands became so numb
2,
my heart too
3,
I stopped fully
4,
because there's no one to dedicate these for
4,
the once again opened door
3,
there're new sceneries to see
2,
it's time to stand anew
1,
flip new chapters and restart!
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
*There was a time when he and I shared the same somewhere.
He walked around the skyscrapers that always watch me and saw the sceneries I stare at every single day. He got lost in the same alleys that I know like the back of my hand, wandered around the streets that hold me when the city is too busy to care about a lonely girl. The same wind that blew through my hair that morning whispered him goodnight that evening, kissed his face like I wish I could have.
If only I was aware and already deeply in love like I am to him now, I would have blown a kiss to the wind and sent it to him. I would have whispered a prayer to the sky and asked it to guide him while he wandered around the city. I hope I could have but I never got the chance to, nor was I aware. Nonetheless, I hope the streets held him like it does to me when I wish he would. I hope he found solace in the city that comforts me whenever I wish I'm exploring it with him.
He may have found the pieces I left in the same ground we have been in but he never found me, nor I him. But maybe, hopefully someday, I'd get lost too in the same place he knows like the back of his hand. And maybe someday I'd really find him in the same somewhere.*
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
Your wedding cakes are on the hearth
Thither they are glowing.
People are coming
To bless you
For your bliss ahead
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
Your wedding gown
Decked up with
The chicest of jewels
Waits in silence
To witness
As your accompaniment
The storm of joy
Of merriment
And good hope
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
The honey bride says
I know not what calls me
To the nature's lap
The woods
So dense and deep
Periwinkles and wild roses
Daisies and vivid poses
Of the sceneries
Of Mother nature
Oh mother
I know not
My feet are chasing
Someone unknown
Oh honey child
Marriage is bliss
Why do you face away
And give
Your life's fortunes
A 'sad' miss?
The master groom comes
Lay your hands on his
Exchange the garlands
Of love and life's vows
Find your way
Merrily with his
Oh honey child
Handsomely would he come
And take you
For he is your loving bridegroom
Honey child'honey child!
Whither are you going?
The spirits of joy
The scent of
Blissful solitude
And beautiful happiness
The song
Of the koil scented
Riverbank
And the unknown
Merry wilderness
Calls me
O mother
Not will I stay
I will go.....
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
LISTEN TO ME! – THE MADMAN!
Oct 15 2009 – Damascus, Syria
Ayad Gharbawi
Feeling feelings
That come from nowhere
Sinking my life
While my
Surfaces are barely reaching
Their stable mind
Soulful fright
Sparkles that dazzle, yes, but have no meaning
For myself
Go within
In my mind’s shredded images
That you call vision
But that are for my fractured Self
Incoherent and blurred
I feel only
Smiles of Sickness
Bare teeth of inconceivable stench
Exposing inner frailty
That just turns out
To be my own
Pulsating fear
I guess
I try
Trying to be
What I know
And what I know not
Trying to think
I think
I am
A fright
To you
And myself
Swaying sceneries
Make me dizzy
Yes!
The same sceneries
You people
That you people
Call your
Daily life
Some shine, and some not really
And if you are interested to understand
For my mind
And its Self
The results are fear
And meaningless
All over again
For me
My Tears provoke
You
But, why?
You say,
I’m paranoid?
You fools!
Who exactly are the persons
Do you think
That is, if you think
Look at my finger and where and at whom it is pointing
Again, I scream to you sane citizens
What are their identies
Of those and of them that are today and now
Holding all the thickest drenched sickening ropes
Meant for our fractured
Necks and Brains
Again and again?
When do you think
You may cease
This paralysing pressure?
That you apply
Upon me
Stabbing me?
Piercing?
Slicing?
Hurting?
Me
All
Within
My turmoil
***** is spinning
In my mind
Leave them –
Yes, them!
They are the Christs that are weeping
Hysterically
Moving me
Beyond sanity
While, where are you all?
And your polite rules are
Moving me
Way way far too much
For my stability
Polite subhumans
Flying
Make me
Flying
Make me
Flying from you all
From you all
Let me make me - fly far from you all!
Harrowing
Humans
Listen calmly
To my mind
Listen
To your own
Screams shrieks and all the rest
Before you think to presume to judge
Because you too
Some day
May suddenly
Come to be
Plunging in
My world!
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
Sipping the air slowly
to savor the flavor;
rich with fertility
Leaves bursting into fiery hues
reminiscent of fireworks
trembling in the wind
A death knell
over green sceneries;
splotches of sunlight
seeping seamlessly between
newly naked branches,
easing fully unto checkered golden pools–
nature at its most beautiful,
before its most barren
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
It’s a place
It’s a paradise
It’s a natures
All cities with a pride…..
Sceneries are green
Verdant hills
Ocean blues……
Our Natives
Our Nation
Our Pride….
Its Philippines
We are like eagles ~that fly…..
Note:
“ONE NATION, ONE IDENTITY”
TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
My mind afloat a pool of sadness
as I lay here in my bed on the day of my birth name
Without you by my side
Remember that rainy day ? That storm ? Where we got stuck on the side of the freeway?
I never felt so ******* alive and loved by someone in my life
You probably don't remember but I said I would love you in the future a million times more than in the past
It's sad to say, I still feel exactly the same way
after you said you loved me
while salivating over him and his spit still on your lips and the shame you couldn't admit
Hiding behind your mask made out of sweet nothings, and alibis
as your ghost stands host of my vacant mind
Slit my ******* throat and try to stitch it with the promises you couldn't keep
Cut my ******* heart out and try to make it palpitate with your sympathy
drag me down to hell
So I can cauterize in your wrongdoings
Or throw me up to heaven
so I can asphyxiate in your globs holy ******* greatness
So he can watch me suffocate in love lost and heartaches and feel the greatest pain of all humanity
A broken ******* heart
Ive spend the rest of the year trying to find you in everything
Like hopeless romantic films, sad songs, and aesthetic, melancholy sceneries
Finding excuses to feed my rage
So I can hate you because that's all I have left at the end of my fingers tips
I got a hole in my soul and I wish I was dead, not literally but I feel that way
And as soon as the hands on the clock bend forward to strike 12am
I'm going out of frequency and
You're the only human in the world I wanna see
the only person in all the parallel universes and boundless worlds
Who I wanna be with
No matter Where or why and how many times
I find myself drowning in time
While this plays out infinitely, indifferently, badly, or chaotically
I would spend my life searching for that one world, that one life
Where I wake up next to you and you exist to fill in that empty space on my bed
Love & hate are raging inside of me
And this might sound ironic
But theres one thing I regret
is letting you go for the sake of not having to feel the pain you caused me
Thanks for the birthday wishes, melting candles, and agony.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
Moving ever slowly, its reach getting ever so closely. Breath gasping in halves. Hands shaking as you run in paths. Moving but never going. Creeping but never fully showing. Fear as you knowing this game is ever fully growing. No escape of sceneries change . And alas the predators advantage is at bay. Twisted realm with no control . A subconscious can be a unruly hole.
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC