"waterdrop" poems
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her ?.
Curved lips of her
Or the rose petals.
Waving hair beneath her ear
Or the butterfly trying to settle.
Shining eyes of her
Or the waterdrop that scatters.
Sparking Earings
Or Sun's fragment that glitters.
She is like flowers
Or Flowers are like her ?.
My dreams break
As the Sun rises up from ground
I Meet to her
Or her thoughts, that surround.
Are they morning birds
Or her anklet that sounds
Has the spring arrived
Or she is somewhere around.
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Oh Sahara,
Our souls
are getting poorer
than your sand spreading wide.
What once was called ours,
Now is called as "mine".
Like a thirsty homeless
Crawling on your sand for a waterdrop,
Our soul is crawling on this world for hope;
While its hopeless scream doesn't stop.
Oh Sahara,
This world is becoming more like you,
There's no hope like there's no water,
Just mirage of fake hopes,
Like mirage of oasis,
Full of life and always blue.
The footprints on your sand
Are fading Sahara,
But the scares on my soul
Still are bleeding blood,
Still are bleeding pain.
Oh Sahara,
The granules of your sand
Are endless but not a lot
Compared to the pieces
of my poor broken soul.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC