Submissions by poeticdelight (Hamid)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Of Nature's Worth In Words
Nature,and Earth and poetry, from nature into words, give your words
pigmental hues and translate them into living beings.
Glory to the tree, splendor of the mountain....
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore...
pigmental hues and translate them into living beings.
Glory to the tree, splendor of the mountain....
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#redemption
#philosophical
207 reads
2 Comments
Listen To The Falling Rain
Like piano strokes on my roof
Oh, the rain sounds like a melody !
Under crimson-tiles water proof
Reviving the olden times simplicity
Awakened in the mid somber night
Listening to a showering Euphory
With each key, nodes come untight
Taken far away from mundane misery
Winter gently tapping on my roof
Telling the story of the hungry wolf
When in days of fairy tale and yore
Grandma used to spin a happy folklore
Under the warm flank of night i snug
Let the dripping points write their poesy ...
Oh, the rain sounds like a melody !
Under crimson-tiles water proof
Reviving the olden times simplicity
Awakened in the mid somber night
Listening to a showering Euphory
With each key, nodes come untight
Taken far away from mundane misery
Winter gently tapping on my roof
Telling the story of the hungry wolf
When in days of fairy tale and yore
Grandma used to spin a happy folklore
Under the warm flank of night i snug
Let the dripping points write their poesy ...
#happiness
#motivational
#inspirational #emotions
#inspirational #emotions
173 reads
6 Comments
Poetic Rebirth
i love the fields that stretch to where the eye fades
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
#religion
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
342 reads
5 Comments
A Spring Spell In Winter
A Spring Spell In Winter
Winter here, has the feel of Spring
The sun shines, and the birds sing
Ripe time to enjoy heaven's blessing
Time to rebind the links that were missing
The yonder green mountain basking
Beneath an emerald deep blue sky
And the high rocky shades, floating
A chimeric warm mirage, passing by
Who says that winter is only cold and sleet?
Who says that winter is only home and seat?
When the heart is warm, there must be heat
Cold is sun that warms the heart strings to beat ...
Winter here, has the feel of Spring
The sun shines, and the birds sing
Ripe time to enjoy heaven's blessing
Time to rebind the links that were missing
The yonder green mountain basking
Beneath an emerald deep blue sky
And the high rocky shades, floating
A chimeric warm mirage, passing by
Who says that winter is only cold and sleet?
Who says that winter is only home and seat?
When the heart is warm, there must be heat
Cold is sun that warms the heart strings to beat ...
#kindness
#strength
#courage
#gratitude
#emotions
158 reads
6 Comments
the child poet
the child poet
all the children have left the plays
depressed,so sad for their adult age
they're cowering in the remote corner
writing memories of the bloody days
the children nowadays cry no more
they know that tears are for kids
crying for toys, or biological needs
or even from killing bombs and gore
today's children have become great poets
they wouldn't hear of bombs and bullets
they are either in asylum, it could be !
or taking delight on trips over the sea
children are VIPS in their ivory towers ...
all the children have left the plays
depressed,so sad for their adult age
they're cowering in the remote corner
writing memories of the bloody days
the children nowadays cry no more
they know that tears are for kids
crying for toys, or biological needs
or even from killing bombs and gore
today's children have become great poets
they wouldn't hear of bombs and bullets
they are either in asylum, it could be !
or taking delight on trips over the sea
children are VIPS in their ivory towers ...
#regret
#grief
#shame
#frustration
#bittersweet
151 reads
4 Comments
From Man To Mankind
From Man To Mankind
I don't have wrath to vent on my foe
Arrogance and ignorance are shame i know
No one has to swell with what they own
Only poor spirits can feel down and low
My name is man, i am eternal god
Eternity, is for the Only one God
But, the time i am granted on earth
Is for good doing, for eternal Lord
Let me not pretend i am the master of all
Death and sickness make me cry and crawl
They make feel little, i kneel with fear and awe
Still am i poorly armed, before the death toll
But Nature has taught...
I don't have wrath to vent on my foe
Arrogance and ignorance are shame i know
No one has to swell with what they own
Only poor spirits can feel down and low
My name is man, i am eternal god
Eternity, is for the Only one God
But, the time i am granted on earth
Is for good doing, for eternal Lord
Let me not pretend i am the master of all
Death and sickness make me cry and crawl
They make feel little, i kneel with fear and awe
Still am i poorly armed, before the death toll
But Nature has taught...
#kindness
#courage
#inspirational #emotions
#inspirational #emotions
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6 Comments
The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree
The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree
I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains
Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree
Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain
And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery
***
Among the growing plants and the green
The iron entity holds its old solidity
The aged machine of what has been
Still keeps the charm of the old serenity
***
A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car
What left is only the outer hard shell
Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart
A hollow body...
I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains
Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree
Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain
And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery
***
Among the growing plants and the green
The iron entity holds its old solidity
The aged machine of what has been
Still keeps the charm of the old serenity
***
A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car
What left is only the outer hard shell
Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart
A hollow body...
#strength
#courage
#admiration
#respect
#emotions
147 reads
4 Comments
Trains That No Longer Whistle
Trains That The Words Forgot, but to be forgotten is meant that they are antiquity, priceless master-pieces . As long as times roll back, those things grow in worth, take layers of dust that bring them richness , respect and Nostalgia..
Steam and smoke trains, don't fume anymore, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;If they would fume, they would only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise; forsaken and rejected.Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
...
Steam and smoke trains, don't fume anymore, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;;If they would fume, they would only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise; forsaken and rejected.Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
...
#anxiety
#regret
#grief
#shame
#frustration
153 reads
2 Comments
A Poet To Be
I have no sundays,
they're all sunny days
no weekdays or holidays
i have a quill to refill
every time i get the feels
i don't need any promised tomorrows
to give back what i do not borrow
Carpe Diem is my day
i live it right away
i react at any given act
i don't postpone any pact
i may wake up at midnight
for a passing word to write
poet with whimsical sense
senseless feel like a trance
giving you answers on the fly
clearly plain, not on the sly
you may hear my...
they're all sunny days
no weekdays or holidays
i have a quill to refill
every time i get the feels
i don't need any promised tomorrows
to give back what i do not borrow
Carpe Diem is my day
i live it right away
i react at any given act
i don't postpone any pact
i may wake up at midnight
for a passing word to write
poet with whimsical sense
senseless feel like a trance
giving you answers on the fly
clearly plain, not on the sly
you may hear my...
#motivational
#inspirational
164 reads
2 Comments
Words With Energy Out.
A Word Without Energy
poetry is madness
a senseless vocation
an unanswerable exclamation
to unsolvable question
poetry is blame
a literary shame
to notorious fame
doing a wordy game
poetry is poverty
a fake certainty
a paper celebrity
as wealth is illitracy
i spent my lifetime
chewing on rhyme
my body parts are lame
i lost my mind
that man is poor
a shepherd outdoors
a tramp indoors
mercy I implore
take the word from me
if...
poetry is madness
a senseless vocation
an unanswerable exclamation
to unsolvable question
poetry is blame
a literary shame
to notorious fame
doing a wordy game
poetry is poverty
a fake certainty
a paper celebrity
as wealth is illitracy
i spent my lifetime
chewing on rhyme
my body parts are lame
i lost my mind
that man is poor
a shepherd outdoors
a tramp indoors
mercy I implore
take the word from me
if...
#anxiety
#grief
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
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1 Comment
Paradise Of The Morning Breeze
I live where the steep rocky hills emerge
With an old river and a tall tower, converge
Just where the muezzin calls the faithful
Gather their hearts, under the supreme ruler
Here, i heard the foremost sweet Quranic verses
With dawn's incense, in the purest breeze immersed
A holy voice, heartfeltly sending ascending calls
Into the dark blue sky, from the pious echoing halls
Wherupon i start gathering my self for the way
Fueled with much more pep, eager for a fruitful day
Inhaling the nectarous breeze coming from paradise ...
With an old river and a tall tower, converge
Just where the muezzin calls the faithful
Gather their hearts, under the supreme ruler
Here, i heard the foremost sweet Quranic verses
With dawn's incense, in the purest breeze immersed
A holy voice, heartfeltly sending ascending calls
Into the dark blue sky, from the pious echoing halls
Wherupon i start gathering my self for the way
Fueled with much more pep, eager for a fruitful day
Inhaling the nectarous breeze coming from paradise ...
#kindness
#strength
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
127 reads
2 Comments
Quill In The Wind
The Drifting Quill
To the pinnacle of conviction
And too deepest core of devotion
The quill with an inked paper
Are the very tickets to oblivion
Just peeling one's skin away
From the world of everyday
Waist-deep soaked into ink
Leading a gypsy life on the brink
Hello solitude my dear pen-friend !
You are the best ever again and again
Sadness to my life softly creeping
Left its seeds while i was rhyming
But now, let me then weigh the load
Of all those...
To the pinnacle of conviction
And too deepest core of devotion
The quill with an inked paper
Are the very tickets to oblivion
Just peeling one's skin away
From the world of everyday
Waist-deep soaked into ink
Leading a gypsy life on the brink
Hello solitude my dear pen-friend !
You are the best ever again and again
Sadness to my life softly creeping
Left its seeds while i was rhyming
But now, let me then weigh the load
Of all those...
#hope
#motivational
#TimeHeals
#respect
#emotions
117 reads
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