A divine presence arose upon me one night One that makes the heart shutter; and the mind to flutter A soul of a Namrah, of bravery, kindness, and Celest She embodied an empyrean reaper of death One of an angelic pigment; of softness and foreign beauty She dwells a cemetery for fallen soldiers of anguish …
Her touch wore off; as well as her words and love The once seen light in a dream of you and me Now turned into a narration by an old man Of a book about his regrets; titled with her name– transcribed Sitting by his window; menacing one’s self in sorrow The red cherry of …
from a river of sanctity she quenched thyn thrust of a chalice of triumph, hire breath perfumed a delightful savor; a generous pungent like the aroma of hire soul dulled with the sumptuousness of light a sensuous soul like a Persian gem she was articulated to tender a royal marrow hire lips velvety with a …
The whispers had reigned in continuance In the thought of anguish, the voices elapsed Insanity became nature Eclipsing the shutters of a fleeing light Distasteful to the luxury of respiration Inundated by a guilty verdict One appointed by self Inept to a peripatetic passage To bygones of sorrows and disarray Remorseless to a past-due repentance …
In words, in phrases, in utterances Guided by the fate of denial Of deteriorating a future of untamed vehemence Facing a mirror reflecting hire depictions So gracious in detail I ponder Perfection in hire features The sweetness of honey saturated in hire blood The aroma of divinity staining the aerate one depends on Sagacious; transcribes …
The mandate of a lifetime Like a growing seed sprouting into a flora Sealed by a globe of innocence Decorated by the warmth of a mother’s kiss to her child In an envelope, she delivered her seed to the world A world catered by the misery of a peasant Encompassed by a shallow substance of …
Once again, a vessel set to sail To a nameless endeavor; in her discovery A precious pearl, a scarce stone Embellished with intellect; sophisticated Veins, streaming intertwining threads of grace A torrent of ambrosia, of delectable delight A torrent that overflows, its essence never done Yet, its chalice poisoned and neglectful Cascading a bitter nectar …
Its an evening Sunday skyDwelling on an empty presence of mankind The sorrows of a wind-driven tide are heard In screeches, it proclaimed its abandonment To whom shall carry the boatAnd to whom shall the boat carry Intertwined by the chains of rusting anchors Baracating the voices within a manic mind Paralyzed in its state– …
A pure love driven by compassion and integrity.A love compelled through the words of shakespeare.Or a love romanticized in the poems of Edmund Spenser on a passage, a time vessel, floating aboard passionate tides at sea.O’ modesty she wore, the glamor of an exotic Arabian dame. A witch of love I pleaded?A spell summoned on …
Poetry, undeniably, is on the rise. However, just a decade ago, the US Census Bureau’s annual Survey of Public Participation in the Arts reported that its readership was experiencing a 20-year skid, and that Americans were more likely to knit or attend a jazz or even classical music concert than they were to read a …
