Not everyone knows the art of expressing themselves with their eyes and rarely does anyone have the talent of reading the eyes. It’s a good thing then, that in addition to the eyes, poems are also windows to our souls, which enable us to connect with each other. In here, we take the anchor of pretty words, phrases, rhymes, and other tools; to express, to connect; to laugh, to cry, to dance; to feel a little ordinary, and to feel a little blessed.
How difficult it isTo be what you wanna be I want to be a birdWith rainbow wingsThat also has glitterA burrow in an ash treeMy home's wooden wallsDark brownish and…
You may look as soft as feathers-Feathers that are white and flying untouched.But only now I know-of your heaviness similar to that of a huge stone.You're possibly as cruel as…
Take me to your ruins-Where your heart's heaviness flows,In the form of syringes, plastic, clothes, broken bricks, and mud.But statues stand tall-At the expense of someone's back, and someone's spine.While…
So many things incomplete - My stories, my flight, my thoughts, And the words on my tongue. Pens scattered on the floor, Blank pages in several diaries, While my mind…
I have risen with the sunReached for it on paths made of its beamsNo fear of failure or broken wingsThe sea a bottomless cup beneath meSalt drops kissing the blood…
I remember all the times I sawThe Red Swans danceThousands of beribboned swords –Whirling like restless birdsTrapped in too small a cageThat bends their feathers like a bow,Ringing like the…
Who are you?Yes you,who has taken all the controls.Where are you from?If you are me,who taught you all this?About putting boundaries,and wanting more.Why don't I see'submit' and 'compromise'In your dictionary.Why…
Slim and attractiveWith those curves so fine,But repressed smilesExpanded now butNot really a view for your eyes. 5.45 in the world where perfection is quantifiable,Absence of dark circles won't matter…