Yesterday's prompt was War, for Peace. Here is my contribution: Seems like it's easier to go to war, for peace requires restraint, forgiveness, forgetting and moving on But which will make you happier? Which reminded me of what my younger daughter had declared (at age 7): Peace smells like ice cream And here is the … Continue reading war, for peace
Tag: Poetry
my senses
my tongue tastes the sweetness of your breath ears yield to gentle whispers skin shivers at the thought of your warm scent I avert my eyes as you gaze knowingly ** let Him take away my humanity my sanity my intellectuality even my reality but if He deprives me any of my senses I shall … Continue reading my senses
Shades
Shades never seen the light above them Shades never believe the light even exists
Dead Memories
Memories die in Abandoned photo albums Pressed flowers Amid phone books Rusty playgrounds Voices from the past *** Poem submitted for A Cup of Nostalgia
sides of a coin
though both sides of a coin deny the presence of the other they remain forever bound together tossed by the thumbs of fate
her veil
she asks for her veil if only to mourn freely if only to hide tears if only to display courage if only to bury her sorrow she asks for her veil if only as a shroud... The Battle of Karbala was waged against Hussain, the grandson of Prophet Muhammed, by the despotic ruler and tyrant Yazeed. Hussain and … Continue reading her veil
gentle lies
I never found truth to be gentle lies, on the other hand are pleasing because they only tell us what we want to hear *** Yesterday's prompt was "gentle lies" At times I take the liberty to twist or stretch the meaning somewhat Helps to expand my thinking Bending the rules slightly ;-)
a wordless world
in a wordless world a poet is prince just as the painter rules over a drab domain or an empathetic soul in the cruel cosmos but imagine for a moment if this world had no words none to describe the beauty nor to poison our minds if prayers were through deeds if leaders governed with … Continue reading a wordless world
time in a bottle
even time in a bottle seeps away silently it was never yours to begin with it will never be yours except for the present moment and like the genie in a lamp you can have three wishes for the time that is in your name but you can never, ever return it to the lamp … Continue reading time in a bottle
Return to Yesterday
I would return to yesterday If today ever ended If tomorrow never came If I could predict my past If I could escape eternity If time was my slave And I were the mistress I would bid it "stop!" Any time you are my guest If I could visit those days When you got to know me … Continue reading Return to Yesterday
SONYA KASSAM 