Hello Poetry raises money by advertising to passing readers like yourself. If you're into poetry and people who're into poetry, join the community to remove ads and share your poetry. Shofi Ahmed Jul Beneath The Blue Butterfly. My sea is far away let's meet under the one same cloud.
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My blue water is for the sun. I sing beneath the wave.
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My rose is for the show I am imbued in the fragrance. My sky is open hugs the earth and afar beyond the rainbow beyond the peacock's eyes. From beneath the blue slips out a butterfly. K Balachandran Feb A lovelorn tree to a cloud said. Inebriated blue cloud, I know you well enough libertine ways you have make you a lover of deep thunder and meek rainbow and also a chit of a lark that loses itself in a song be it is in grief or mirth. Strange is the ways of my heart, how much I long to fall in love with you and proclaim this to the world scheming to disrupt the pleasures one seeks without any reason at all "Look!
True, how can we live happily ever after? I envy your gift of wings though you have none visible, you borrow it from the wayward wind, too willing to carry your sweet load around. I stood on the hill top, wistfully thinking that you will come and take me within your soft folds though I am a tree with deep running roots that has become a restraining thing. You are in a hurry to roam wherever lovers lead you one after the other do you have an urge to dissolve and pour- as water, without any remorse?
My love for you doesn't bring anything except my wilting hour after hour. Let me be on your blue breast for moments when my boiling love will seek your shining center that melts, melts we'd freeze as one, how long my darling? Time would simply stand still to a distance, i'd be transported, where tree or cloud means nothing we are an incessant rain lasting for ever.
Abdullah Ayyash Mar A Man With No Pride Maybe it's just because I'm bleeding inside Or it's because I'm no body and cannot be found Or it's the bad luck that is always by my side Or it's the wound that hurts and won't subside Or it's the skies that never rain nor have a cloud Or it's my green fields that I love but never find Or maybe it's just who I am, a man with no pride. The soil gives birth to beautiful flowers, Therefore can it be called a "mother"?
I asked myself this question for hours But without a semen it wouldn't bother It would be lifeless, water is the only thing it devours Oh mother earth, your beauty fascinates me Oh dear Sunflower, have you found your special bee? Jugnu-the firefly Jul Our worries and regrets we carry unnecessarily.. The hindsight Gives foresight When you fight them and grow through them Thnk you Sarita for suggested edits..
I saw a sunset linger, stay mid shadowed folds of cloudy grey while peeking through with teasing grin its colors spread despite the din.
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And stormy clouds could not refrain the crimson shroud nor violet stain. And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,.
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And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,. Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,.
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May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,. When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,. Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,.
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,. Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,. And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;. The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,. When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,. The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,. While the moist Earth was laughing below. I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams.
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