I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
On all the new mornings,and every singking evening,I wear a small crescent,in the finest of my accent...
Those memories come up storming,that tender touch so warming,That lovely soothing weather,Feeling as light as a feather,With hands across each other,And nothing else to bother...
With a feeliing as to fly,in the open blue sky,That lonely bank of the river,and a mild wintery shiver,
With silence all around us,and the huge EucalyptusThe water flowing fasterwith our murmur and our laughter,Those cascading whispers,Calm nature being a listener..
The sky appeared timid,and the rivir far too vivid,That firm hug under the vine,Sent chills down my spine.
A flicker on the nose and a peck on cheeks,and then apart for several weeks,I miss, so much the warm affection,Soul to soul- a pious connection,The care in your eyes and a tickle on chinand those caresses par satin...
It's lonely sans you, Oh my dear!Being far away, I feel you nearI feel your sound right within,Like droplets sound on the terrace tin.
When the world goes dark you be light,To cross over the fiercest night,I shall keep waiting like the stars in space...Till the darkness vanishes to send new phase.
I long for you, I long for you,For morning sun, just like nights passed do,I shall find a new way to my fate,I shall wait and wait and wait and wait...
Shilpa Malaiya is a computer science engineer and currently pursuing her masters in Human Resources. She writes poetry and articles on a wide range of topics- Malaiya.firstname.lastname@example.org
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Azra, Azra,Wake up Azra.Wake up Azra,It is time to go.Go where you must But hate to do so.Azra, it hurts me to say,But you are the way.Wake up Azra,You have to go.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is determined by them / They illumine my path and show me who I am
Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal Me
My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)
She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.
now is not the time to openopen that great door againnot the time to be more tolerantnot the time to play to win
You make me smilelike I've seldom done beforeYou give me a reasonto want more and more...
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Immigrant Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian immigrant boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Author Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this poignant tale in poetic format. His inspirational collection of poems reflects the final words and thoughts of a dying man who traveled across the world, raised a family and became successful-finally fulfilling the American dream.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to thinkof when you will be gone.
Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concludedWith the pastor shaking hands,Offering words of comfortI didn't quite understand.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein's
I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times.Stores were closed on Sundays,TV shows seemed to make more sense,Family members spent ample time with each other,And people were valued more than things.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are written late at night, often, as this one was, after I have turned out the lights to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative. I hope you enjoy these two poems that talk a little bit about where my ideas come from.
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan?s Lyrics
To many people contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The reason for this is that the majority of these poems are boring. They are so because they fail to enable people to identify with them. The bulk of modern poetry is no longer about reader identification but about information transfer, information that could just as easily be conveyed in a prose form. These poems are written merely to convey the poet's thoughts and feelings about a specific event, situation or place he or she has experienced or is in the act of experiencing. The poet is not necessarily concerned with whether the reader is moved or not by the poem, so long as he or she understands clearly the information the poet is trying to convey. This may consist of some "important" insight gained from an experience, or it could be (as is usually the case) a jaded statement or commentary about some mundane aspect of contemporary life.
So many looked to you for inspiration,
I am not the one I was before yesterday.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now.It was not me as I was then.It was then when God was truly in me.When God was in me, I was a young man.A young man with hope, will and desire.Desire to give my love and the gift of God to the ones in need. You see, that was me.
A Different Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago...A different place, a different timewhen I actually had a chance for you to be mine...
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