Original Free Verse

Hey guys! I just came up with some poems last night. I went to sleep real late so please read them so my effort won't go to waste! :) Ponder them, comment and tell me your thoughts and suggestions. Thanks!

Difference

Snow rain

Sun moon

Tear dimple

Bland color

Shiver comfort

You me

Writing is Secret

The tip of a pen

Carries an impatient drop of ink.

The  writing utensil is used for

Only my most deep thoughts,

emotions are attached

to its drop

for it to spill

and bleed to spread to form letters, words,

to fill a page.

My feelings.

Solitude is

Best.

Spoken

Hearing yourself

Speak the insightful words aloud of The Holy Book

Is not a coat button,

Does not obligate strained effort

But a zipper,

For which the motions of the mouth

Flow easily when said and savor,

relish each phrase.

A zipper

may get stuck when confused

But, God willing,

Will fix and continue again

To stop at the end

Of the coat.

- Of the Book.

Kindness

Warmth radiates

From yourself

By one thing.

Warmth of the soul

Mind

Body

And heart

Comes not from a mere blanket

Or a funny saying

Or a good book.

Not unless

Warmth radiates from you

Out of you

Transferring around you.

Wild Animals

I can endure

Anything

Everything

But most certainly not a broken heart.

Whip me, put my finger in the flame

But really

Do.

Not.

Demoralize His name -

Cause worry or grief of any of the various sickening kinds

 to the creation of God.

Call me soft, if that is an insult in your terms

Though I wonder the logic if everyone knows what it’s like, how it feels .

We are no different than wild animals.

No

I’m wrong.

Not even boars, poisonous snakes do this

I cannot stand to see another human,

The most sensitive creature

Of which only and only Lord knows its insides

Whoever he or she shall be, righteous or not,

In mental pain.

For that is what causes God much pain,

And me the same.

Unexpected

Planted a seed

In a cloud

Until out of it grew a tree.

I watered it

Watered it

Watered it

Till it rained.

Gardens below, on earth, flourished

Overpopulating, multiplying

Till I needed another cloud.

I Can Do What I Want To

I want to be able to

Keep up

Remember

Freeze time

As every splash from the grey sky

Hits the lake.

As every leaf from a dry branch of fig

Lands on

Cold dirt.

But then again

I could witness the departure of each petal of a tulip

From its stem

By taking it apart

Myself.

For more, go to the Poetry page. :)
Peace & love.
Aysha