Poetry Blogs (2019, hands)
Twice she looked, and smiled
I said: "Hello"... She replied
Before she leaves, I said: “see you”
She became blushed as the bride
Again, we met after a minute
I heard her lovely sighs
I said: "you are....", she said: right”
Shaking hands by sight
Purely, she asked to know
Are you Farag, Are you poet
I said true. But again we met
To inspire me to write
Tuesday 9th April 2019 12:17 pm
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
You were holding my hand,
I couldn’t help but notice how lose your grip was around my wrist,
Your hand was so soft,
But I loved you,
I felt your warmth by one breath in,
Then you let go of my hand,
and I’ve never loved since.
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 12:45 pm
FOOT BY FOOT
I hold your hands
For you to take a step
For you to tread ahead
For you to stand straight
For you to hold your head high.
Step by Step
We walked together
For you to gather strength
For you to gain confidence
For you to fathom a future bright
For you to stand to apart upright
Higher the Flight
You rose to heights
For you to shine
For you to ...
Thursday 25th May 2017 9:45 am
Sweaty Little Fingers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.
"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"
1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.
1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:09 pm
A single hand,
Rested gently in mine.
Held tightly and affectionately,
Never letting go.
I long for this hand’s warmth,
The comfort of being attached to another,
Knowing they’re by my side,
Eternal and unchanging.
Our fingertips caress each other,
Locking each other in with child-like strength.
Our hands are forever bound to one another,
through our slow ...
Wednesday 16th March 2016 3:17 pm
Hands of Ankh
Ingee – Ingee.
Ingwa – Ingee.
Ifah Heylamdey -
Ingwe – Megwa.
Keysan Pulvavia Zem,
Ingew – Megweh.
Kafaluwahe Mezehen butwa,
Thursday 1st August 2013 8:12 am
You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like?
You told me that there will come a time,
When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun,
Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind,
And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.
You used to ask me.. If pain was what happened when the wrong hands touched the right skin.
You told me that you were so sc...
Friday 27th April 2012 6:22 pm