Poem| First love's Memory
and your memory lulls my heart. hardens to ice within my soul. My first love's memory soothes my aching heart. I sit under an old tree and ponder. only green trees and cool shade.
Poem| Love You Still, My Country
India & PakistanMajid Khan (with Permission) that relegated us to clowns. Now we’re neither British nor Asian. Ridiculous, a half-way between nowhere. Our mother tongue called to us, her words broken.
Poem| A Tear and a Smile
Annotation by Muhammad Nasrullah Khan: The books teach you shouldn't let grief set up in your life, from taking over your life, and from damaging your dreams. Don't let difficult times or difficult times get in the way of your happiness, even when you can't see it. Khalil Gibran, however, thinks that pain is as important as happiness. I chose this poem to illustrate Khalil Gibran's unique perspective. His poems such as this one leave a lasting impression on the reader. Throughout the couplets, you will not be disappointed with your reading experience. The metaphors and imagery are so strong that I used my hands to represent the rising water, coming together, and floating over the land. I have never been moved to do that by any other poem. It is amazing. A second beautiful aspect of this poem is how beautifully it captures emotion and philosophy. Enjoy:
A Poem on Sound
Listen and silent have the same letters. Nature’s voice reverberates within the earth. Majestic properties live in the whisper of the trees,. the rhythm of the water, and the call of the wind.
A Poem About You
tints of lavender hues, mixes of scarlet and tangerine. My easel is not a secret, in truth I am... Lapus Lazuli, an intense blue mineral. It was incredibly rare in the Middle Ages and at the time of the Renaissance and actually more valuable than gold.
Poem| A Void, We Call Life
Context: This poem is written Frank Zappa's quote:. Absurdity is the only reality. If you don't agree with Frank Zappa, please write your arguments in the comment section. I sit in the world's shadows.
Hippies - A Poem
Old Hippies never die, so take this “Trip” with me,. times reflect the age we live, and now I’ll let you see. that Banana Boat Bike is now by your side. “The Game of Life” is really very much the same, the calls today are just in a much different frame.
A Poem| Have You Stopped Hating Me?
Poet: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan from Calgary. Context of the Poem: This poem is written in the context of life. In this world, love and hate are two of the most powerful emotions. They are the roots of all other emotions. A wide range of emotions and qualities ride one of those two thoroughbreds, love or hate, including jealousy, long-suffering, greed, compassion, despair, and redemption.
Poem: Thoughts & Prayers
This poem is not based on a true story. It is a poem. It is a story. Like everyone, I am gutted from the most recent school shooting. I am numb to the atrocities of a country where such violence is not uncommon. I think a lot of us feel like we should say something, but what? Like we should do something, but how? It seems uncomplicated to ban assault weapons. To implement more stringent background checks for the most deadly of guns, and yet. Not everyone should have a gun, and no civilian should have an assault rifle. Just like not everybody should be able to drive a car. The insanity of ignoring the obvious is infuriating.
I Wrote A Book
About two years ago, I was engaged to a man I knew I couldn't marry. Life is funny in hindsight but cruel in moments, and the day I told him, definitively and forever, that I could not marry him, was an especially cruel day. I loved him greatly, but sometimes the kindest way to love someone is from a distance. I could not be in the path of his pain or fury any longer, so he packed his things and moved out of state.
I Asked The Moon To Marry Me: A Poem
[Listen to an audio version of this blog here. I could see the stars tonight. Well, not all the stars, but enough of them to notice them, and that's really saying something. Sometimes, things need to be extreme to get noticed, especially here in Southern California where millions of dimwits descend like rabid hornets to sting each other into a better life. "That's a bit cynical," you're thinking. And maybe it is. But it may also be foolish to think that 25 million people could live in peace and sanctimonious harmony. The threat of anyone knowing who you are is so low that the potential rewards for being a total douchebag are pretty high.
Mother's Day Poem
This post is arriving a day late and a dollar short, which is both a common idiom and 2014 movie staring Whoopie Goldberg that I have barely heard of and never watched. I *technically* wrote this poem after Mother's Day but it was inspired by my childhood home and my mum, so here we are.
How Did You Die?
In most cases, life is just a journey to the grave. I believe that we should live every day as if it were our last. After reading this poem by Edmund Vance Cooke, I realized how important it is to keep your head no matter what you're going through. This poem has a curious tone when the poet asks whether you have accepted life with a joyful and resolute heart.
Poem| A Common Man's Love Story
fighting the demons of bills, of food, of life. slippers and a jacket at a thrift store. I hide behind a trashcan of dreams. known only by my photo ID. but soon resumes her feast.
Poem| Your Footprints on Snow
Poetry is the observation and expression of life. But if the poet experiences pain, then it becomes the flow of emotions. At the time I wrote this poem, I was experiencing pain of separation, the pain that Khalil Gibran describes:
Poem| Love Me from a Distance
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.”. Inspired by this quote, I've written this poem for a friend who I don't want to lose.
Poem| We were Born to Clap
Context of this satirical Poem: I request all the people of the First World to read this poem in the context of government policies. I love the people, but I think I've the right to criticize the policies of war by the governments. Enjoy!
Poem| I Carry the Burden of Dream
Opinion about Poem: Poetry is reflection of dreams, if we see it in the context of love poetry.There are forms of poetry where rhyming is encouraged, but some of the best poems focus on cadence and concept. Poetry allows for the creation of your own rules. You can ignore grammar and syntax, and still create a piece of art. You can invent new words. You can put the cart before the horse. Your poem offers the reader a glimpse into the soul. It comes from the heart. The ideas and meaning and emotion come from the fire within. This poem is written while walking through fire. I hope you enjoy it.
A Poem: Goodbye Migrating Birds
Opinion and Context: : This poem is written in love of nature and migration of birds. Thousands of birds migrate from cold to warm countries in winter. I used to wait for these birds in my childhood. It would be a great music when they passed over our villages. Especially the caranes because of their unique. Their loud, rattling bugle call had a special sadness that attracted the poets. The tragic aspect of their migration was that hunters used to hunt them and even now they are brutally killed. In our Asian countries, lot of sad songs are based on these sad migrating cranes. When I immigrated to Canada, I observed them closely and thought to write a poem on them. My own struggle as an immigrant is also described in form of satire in this poem. I hope you enjoy this poem in this context.
Bridges Over Trials: Wordsmithing With Rugged Mountain Dad
Sometimes I will wax poetic! This is one of those times. Just a quick poem on being a dad with growing kids set to the perfect music and the beautiful scenery of Turkey Run State Park.