Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Minutes and hours flew by
yet none of us hang up the phone

Conversations and silence filled in
but none of us decide to sleep

Some nights I can't recall
whether or not it's real

Sometimes I wish it didn't
—most of the time I wish it did
writerReader Feb 2015
And
his rumbling voice resonates deep
within my
psyche
my chest rattling with
glee
my
heart thudding
Pyrrha Jul 16
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky
The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you
I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun no matter my determination
So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words i've heard all my life describe?

Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the same room even when your focus is a place far off
People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling
It's painful but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right
How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should?

I get it everytime our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds
I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper
When you focus so hard you screw up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection
Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is?

I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies
Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor
Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction

Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same
Regardless what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry
I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself
What it means to love you wholly even if I have to find out from loving at a distance
I don't understand why I write so many poems about love when I am not even in love. It is so frustrating to have words without a muse and a muse without words.
Zee 3d
I used to lay upon the Leaves
Infused with blood and ink and Eves

Where Ash and Water left a Trail –
A thread, I sewed – and named A Tale

And there I hummed and spun the Bone
With shelves of stone and signs unknown

And mine were carved by songs of Yore
With hands and eyes atop the Morn

Perhaps we sang, my signs and I
Perhaps we danced, my Leaves and I

But that was Then – when songs were sung
The Snow is here, where none is rung

And Here is dim, and grey and mute
The wind is still, no voice or flute

Perhaps 'tis true – no bow nor string
No thread immune – He cannot sing
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Not once upon a time but now
among most innocent ones,
an Arabian voice is buried
in the thick wall of bricks
furnished with glory,
floating in the oasis of money.

Yet, when it switches to it's origin
then maybe is a poor Arab speaking.
Still the rest of the world
                                 can forget the oil
                           it's no sad story anymore
the sand beneath his feet shines
                                 brighter than the gold!
Shofi Ahmed Jun 19
What can a voice
tell of love?
Until it's found
heart to heart.
T Jul 19
I try to forget and just walk away
But I am left wondering if she is ok
When I am at the gym or in work
I am talking to people when all of a sudden I stare into space
All this pain and loneliness I must face
I start a conversation and then I hear her voice
Suddenly I stop and stare at my phone
I want to call because I feel so alone
Her voice is all I hear
I sit and wonder ......and wonder if she is near
How could it be her voice is so clear
It is my head but how can it be
She is miles away can't you see
I can't believe her voice is in my head
Should I not be holding her instead
The only way they (the voices) will get out of my head
If I let go.......
But how do I  let go of the love of my life
Why did I I do it cause all of this strife
At night as I lay alone in my bed
I watch our programs we used to watch...... and all of a sudden I hear her wise crack....
That is her for she had the knack
I don't want to but I must try forget her and move on
Stand up on my feet and accept that she's gone.
#her beautiful voice is on my head
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