Poetry Blogs (2018, poet)
My love, I need you.
Here I am falling in love with the beauty of the world.
Waiting for you, as if it were the end of the world.
I do not mind the wait,
I have the time.
But I have to be honest,
I need you.
I've felt you before,
and that's fine
Someday I'll see you,
and I'll know.
And even if you do not know, it's fine.
I have love to give and loves will ...
Sunday 3rd June 2018 3:56 am
Wild reassembled words fly spinning everywhere, -
Tossed thoughts relinquish a lifetime’s memories;
A distant lighthouse, leagues from here or anywhere, -
A florid ego drenched in half tautologies;
Where does he tarry now, who never came on time
To share his tangled thoughts and parodies of rhyme?
Tuesday 15th May 2018 8:11 am
You’re beautiful. Belle Ame, French, for beautiful soul. I cautiously use the word beautiful, simply because the word holds so much power. It may be overused in it’s context, but within mine, it holds virtue.
Rain is beautiful. The smell of rain, the taste, the sound, the feeling on your skin as it seeps into the thread of your clothing. The way it collects in puddles on broken roads, or how it...
Sunday 8th April 2018 3:12 pm
numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry’s soul may ride its form
but it transcends empirical parts
its triumph: Pinocchio shedding his strings
Saturday 24th March 2018 9:14 pm
If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother
Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so god damn sick and tired
Of being so damn sick and tired
Why am I always so fucking tired?
I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes...
Monday 15th January 2018 9:52 pm
When the night nighed
Her beauty sighed
She looked again into mirror
Beauty scattered by any error
Her face is a piece of cheater
Expert as liar quite neater
Then smoke emanated
As if my wishes detonated
Glasses broke into pieces
Ashamed of reflecting her face
To my Love, this is disgrace
Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
Tuesday 9th January 2018 3:44 pm