You are sad because of me so let me explain
You can’t be mad of someone who’s dying in pain
The bad luck adores me and the troubles are pouring like rain.

I’ve said that I’ll get you back when you’ll fall
But at that time I didn’t know that I will lose it all
Giving excuses for the people we have broken
Was like trying to fix the world with words we’ve spoken.

I am aware of all the hurt that I’d brought to you
But believe me my darling I’ve been broken too
You thought that I have forgotten everything about you
How can I pass a day without our memories that ain’t true.

Sometimes we hurt the people we love the most
Not cause we’re sick of them but our souls were lost
I was trying to find me when our ways had crossed
So I had to move on and to leave you in the dust.

And for all the things I’ve done to you, I’ll be always regret
Untill the day I’ll come to you like the first time we’ve met
Promise then you’ll never get the chance to cry
I’ll lift you up my dear I will take you with me high.

by Aya Sakour

What are we?
Because everytime I try to look at you,
My heart rate spikes up,
And my emotions run haywire.
Yet when I look at you,
I feel lonely without you,
I feel trapped and uncertain,
Is it possible?
To feel this way,
All of a sudden?

Everytime we talk,
I feel drained,
But the happiness which hides,
Can’t be ignored,
Everytime you ignore my messages,
And keep me blocked,
I feel hurt, yet determined.
Everytime I hear your voice,
My eyes well up with tears,
What is it that I feel?
Some unnamed emotion?
Which only you can cause?

I wanna know what are we,
Together for years,
Yet we can’t call each other friends,
It’s been years,
Yet stuck to being classmates,
We don’t talk, or wave a hello,
We don’t chat, sitting side by side,
It’s been years we share the class,
Surely it’s not just luck, right?

What are we?
If not even friends,
Because it’s been years,
And I am desperate for answers.

tyler

Undercover Angel

Like a river of fresh cold flowing water,
She delivers afresh bold glowing words.
To soothe herself as she knows that’s where her comfort lies,
In singing and listening and writing poems,
Inside which lies peace of mind and serenity of spirit.
She finds that she could interestingly live a thousand lives existing in one time zone.

Her eyelashes,
Like strings of a guitar,
And a symphonic melody produced when she blinks.
And as the star that she is,
She sings and syncs in an inaudibly twinkle,
But self assuredly that her music gives her joy,
And soothes her sorrow.

Her smile,
A twine of freedom and depression.
Only makes sense when you think deep of it.
Yet that smile is the widest, wildest thing you’ll see in a spree when you cursorily gaze through her face.

Her teeth,
As gracious as they could ever be,
Are a perfect description of the creator’s expertise.
Her pride,
On which she slides and glides,
So tide and time can’t bite off her smile.

Her joy,
Even if temporary is guarded by the strongest of angels,
Which ironically and beautifully are clones of herself.
And her shelf filled with loads and loads of imaginary books,
Authored by her and her alone,
But the ink is too bleak for her flawed eyes to see and read at will.

She wishes and prays that one day,
She’ll have a grasp of herself,
And be able to smile genuinely,
And be able to laugh with all her teeth out.
To see a thousand galaxies of stars even behind the blackness of her eyelids,
And be able to see love and light in every scar.

She wishes that someday,
She could read all the books in her shelf,
And retell her stories with daring confidence,
And being an undercover angel.

by Mary Edet

According to Wikipedia Poetry as an art form predates written Text. The earliest poetry is believed to have been recited or sung, employed as a way of remembering oral history, genealogy and law. Poetry appears most among the earliest records of literate cultures, with poetic fragments found on early monoliths, runestones and stalea.

Poetry probably dates back to cavemen and the earliest shamans who chronicled events in picture stories. This cave painting in Lascaux, France is thought to date from between 15000 and 13000BC