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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It tells of a love between two soul's seperated by thousands of miles,by age and everything that could tear them apart ,except for Allah's intervention.

There is no poem to rate,

I've not been able to concentrate.

Except on you, left me numbed in pleasure.

Ul’lah bought us together,

left me filled with passion.

Yet there is no manual for this fashion

I need a word---Love !

The only statement for my obsession,

that is immersing me in pleasure.

Words desert the helm, I'm a captain

thrown across the sea,surrounded by endless

feelings, I've never felt,

I’m drowning in delight. Why can't I write?

 Days have gone and nothing rhymes,

 or has a way of staying with me ,

except your speech, that's the only thing

within my reach.

I’m hamstrung in a dichotomy of words,

I try not to dwell, but you I have to tell.

because I'm plunged into an emotional

 puddle, a bottomless well of dreams.

 You've melted down my heart.

 Once I could write.

 Not anymore, my pen has fallen to the floor.

I'd better lie down, maybe in my sleep.

You'll be like a doctor, coming to take a peek.

 I'll do anything you say, just let me stay.

Never leave me, of you I have no desire to be free.


Submitted: June 03, 2013

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nice poem :D

Mon, June 3rd, 2013 11:49am



You know those poems that leave a weird feeling in the pit of your stomache? Yeah, this just did that.

The rhyme scheme, the blend of intellectual words, the imageries created. They all do a fantastic job of helping portray exactly what you feel.

This poem is great, really looking forward to some of your other works mate

Mon, June 3rd, 2013 10:25pm

anna desario

I wonder if a person who speaks arabic actually came across one of these titles.. they'd have a giggle. You don't feel the same now.

Mon, June 10th, 2013 5:57pm

Hisham Addicoat

Samoona is a terrific title, I love it.The Samoona in the poem wanted a Mentor ,so she took the teapot off the boil and returned to her tent in the Desert for now.Gee that is a good story for a poem.

Tue, June 11th, 2013 1:15am

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