An ordinary poet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem 1: Seasons
Poem 2: Blind
Poem 3:Halloween Eve
Poem 4:Locked Away
Poem 5:Broken Heart
Poem 6:Search of a Mother

Submitted: November 14, 2011

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Submitted: November 14, 2011

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“SEASONS”
 
Autumn is dancing everywhere
Spring has long gone quite
Citrus, green apples are turning golden
But lovely blossoms are burning under the evening Sun
Everything is turning continuously into gold
Thought all that glitters is not always gold
I watched as the trees lick the flames
And their leaves roll and twist as if playing a game
Sad and poignant hymns are being crooned
And cheery, spring melodies are being doomed
I love the glitter spread by this season
Though I miss too the sparkle of the last season
 
‘’BLIND’’
 
I tried to watch through the haze
Outside the growing daze
To that protected World
Under the wing of that scorching eye
To the silvery, snowy peaks
Where the blowing wind seeks
That fog and mist to be carried away
Great masses of Aqua, I want to explore
Plants and animals swimming under and much more
Plains glinting off the glow
Of that single pearl, drifting in a movement so slow
The sweet perfume of the blood-dewed roses still clung to my
hair
Though I have never seen a single one in many years
My worldly worries are driving me insane
Causing this haze to stay ever after showers of rain
It’s true that I’m BLIND
It’s true that I’m BLIND
And I am responsible for making myself that kind………
 
‘’HALLOWE’EN EVE’’
 
Chasing, dark shadows are looming.
Powerful magic and spells are blooming.
Bloodstained moon watches with its secret eye
Lonely, howls escape the wolfy throats near by.
Everyone’s hungry, no one’s bluffin’’’
And the thirsty ones are still in their coffin
Dark, evil, curses prevail the homes
Where bubbling cauldrons work at the wink of gnomes
Spooky, crooked castles are dimly lit
And demonic eyes arise from the pit
Creepy, tall trees are hanging low
Eager to grasp the people standing below
Outsides the ghosts and ghouls are urgently roaming
In search of the red-blood-shake with its acidic foaming
No one’s going to let me leave
‘cause (I’m sure) they know it’s the HALLOWE’EN EVE
 
’LOCKED AWAY’’
 
You wake up, totally surprised
In a room, specially sized
Blood, all red rolling down the walls
Though from insides you feel warm, yet for help you call
A searing pain shoots through my brittle heart
At first I myself get shocked by this odd, painful bodily art
But then I make it all out
Though you are still in grave doubt
Paralysed walls begin to throb wildly at your touch
Though for you it was already too much
Your frenzy forces me to tend my heart
And in haste, I pat it a little too hard
This sends you scuttling across the floor
In return, your pain turns my heart acrid and sore
Now, with a gentle movement I caress my heart
And in satisfaction you begin to understand the start
That you are all locked away in a special place called MY HEART.
 
“BROKEN HEART”
 
When you walked away
No one was left behind
No one to listen to my say
No one to be your kind
In the desolate tract,
I searched for your steps
But I strayed from my objective
The desert winds have blown away your steps
The scraggy fragments of my heart
Jabbed my body with the passion you have filled in them
I cried and cried
Till the spilling blood got dried
Soon the pain increased
And the reason to live seemed ceased
Then, with trembling hands
I buried my broken heart in the scorching sand
And expected you forgotten
But, I was totally wrong
I had failed to remember
That still my body is absorbing
The love from the fragments
Resting inside my body………………
 
 
“A search of a Mother”
 
On a dark, windy night
When shadows were going to take their second flight
I hunted for my lost child;
Lost since the season that was still mild
My search had given me nothing yet
Still my hope calls me, for a strenuous bet
I didn’t care for my excruciating bruises
I cared only for where my poor child snoozes
I didn’t care that I hadn’t slept for nights
I only hoped for the next day to be bright
I didn’t care that my hair are all white
I only expected my child in sight
I didn’t care my stomach is attached to my back
I only cared I could find and give my child what he lacks
And suddenly a sight made my heart flutter
Slicing my heart with joy, as if a sharp cutter
There not far way stood my sweetheart
Whom I had been searching with all my heart
The blond beauty, dazzling my fragile sight
With tears as fragile, and no more holding me tight
With a sigh and great relief, I cuddled my baby
Sucking that warmth to make my body less wavy
But then a hard stroke pulled us apart
An angry mother took him so far
Then, I couldn’t live to see anymore
Alas! Even at my last moment I couldn’t feel my child from
my core.
 
ZaraAstley


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