Poetry Blogs (love and time passing)
I wish I could
turn back the clock
rewind the time
not think too much
live in the moment and
let the rest
fall into place.
Turn back time,
dance all night
under the starry lights
and pour my heart out.
Instead of turning my back
to destiny.. and you.
Wednesday 6th November 2019 3:15 pm
With you I feel my heart,
As love began to start.
The two of us shall grow,
Let's take things very slow.
The first moment we met,
I haven't known it yet,
That this is love that I felt,
Until my heart begins to melt.
The time froze like ice,
As I gaze to your pretty eyes.
Truly lovely sight it is,
Your stare to me can move trees.
You have a gorgeous hair,
Also mine, to be fair.
Monday 10th September 2018 1:07 pm
As the sun slowly slides
through a quickly capsizing sky
you laugh at me for taking photographs
for wanting to record this way of things
do you not feel that this is temporary
do you believe there won't be a different way
These are precious moments
these are precious moments
in our short lives
And with each day that ends
I feel a larger ending
and with each dusk de...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 3:49 pm
I love my brother
I love my sister
I love my mummy
I love my daddy
I love my dog
and I love my cat.
I love my granny and granddad
but they've gone on ahead
that's what mummy and daddy reckon
so I have to love them even more
'cause granny and granddad are dead.
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 5:10 pm
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
I'm to leave now
A tall ghost is carrying my bag
A long street is walking behind me
A mad merchant bought my smiles
And no water to renew the dusk
I can't have my step begun
Even if the rain washed my tears
I'm to leave now
Can I have a deep look at your eyes?
Can I take my dreams, your smile
And my dried red rose?...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:33 pm
Tuesday 5th March 2013 12:00 pm
Like lifting lino - underneath
another world revealed.
Adverts for corsets, garden twine
and orthopaedic shoes.
News of a war, or peace in our time.
I move the realistic rocks we made
for the museum. I painted them, grey and gnarled,
but it was you who made the frame.
And stretched between the two
is paper mach...
Saturday 12th February 2011 8:33 am