Poetry

How are you

it’s hopeless
the same thoughts cross my mind
how foolish of me to think this way
yet it happens every time
it’s overbearing
and i can’t help but wonder why
when the past has taught me nothing
but to watch love pass me by
i fear that one day
i’ll come to realize
that all i’ve ever wanted
was never meant to be mine

-z

This was my first original poem. Written in 2019.

A Strange Attraction ©️

This attraction I have
It’s strange but true
I don’t know what it is
It’s just something about you

We barely know each other
But you’re all I think about
I just find you so beautiful
It stresses me out

You have the most beautiful eyes
And the smile of an angel
When I know I can’t have you
It’s just all so painful

I don’t need an “I love you”
I don’t need no satisfaction
I must admit
This is one strange attraction

Strange that we should think ourselves the masters of our destiny…
A little dust disputing with the Hand that fashioned us so beautifully..
What a comedy:
The clay demands the moon, then worships its own sleeve..

My Flower
Recognise my love as it streams from my eyes. Is it joy or is it pain? What is may never be the same, but life continues as this flower in constant rebirth in longing for spring. My flower, are you truly beautiful, or am I reminiscing being within your fields and your fragrance as you danced around me? Please don’t fall into a puddle before me, you seem to leave me once a year. Have you mistaken the streams from my eyes as pain that flows from my heart? Rather it was a joy the wind caressed you before my hands taught me the valuable lesson that I would not grasp all of you in this farewell. Once more you spoke to me my flower. These moments weren’t for me, but I was for these moments. The joy was in the farewell, and the pain was in the benefit of the moment. Have my joys become pain and my pains become joy? Maybe the balance is that none of this truly matters, and I was selfish to think the law of your nature would change for my feelings. What continues will end and what ends will continue. Please, please continue on my flower

         Poem by

                          - Qasim

She wasn’t hard to love.
She was simply waiting for someone patient enough to understand a heart that had been strong for too long.
A heart that loved deeply but carefully. A heart that gave endlessly but rarely asked for anything in return.
The truth is, she never needed grand gestures.
She just wanted consistency. Effort. Reassurance.
Someone who would look at her and say, “You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore.”

#inkedbygreeneyed ✍️

This is my first poem, and would like to know what you think.

DISCLAIMER : this is not a happy poem!

Always here for you

The silence fills the space. Tucked into every corner and dripping from your skin.

Alone, you’re embraced by the absence of existence, and the metallic taste of despair coats your tongue.

Your vision is blurry as you enter the outside world.
You speak — and they stare back at you. You scream and their expressions remain unchanged.
They walk away and the absence creeps back, caressing, and claiming you as its own.

Make somebody
happy
Make somebody
strong
Even smile, can be enough

She was poetry, but he couldn't read.
But he learnt for her🤌

May we all find someone willing to learn the language of our hearts, so we can understand each other. Ameen.

#DeepThoughts #ReadBetweenWords