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Poetic license
The term poetic license is used for the right assumed by poets to alter or invert standard syntax or depart from common diction or pronunciation to comply with the metrical or tonal requirements of their writing.
Poets may distort normal prose patterns for the sake of form and therefore assume poetic license; it is solely a matter of aesthetic judgment and sensibility as to whether the alterations enhance or detract from the total effect of the poem.
The term poetic license is also sometimes used in a humorous or pejorative sense to provide an excuse for careless or superficial writing.
O wandering leaf!
By Abdullah Atta
Leaving behind thy dreams and home,
And walking to the Western shores;
With cracked lips so full of thirst,
For life, for gold, for home, for trust.
Thou leaveth that which gives thee dreams,
For tilted figures and wilted gleam.
Thou art but like a piece of straw,
Lifted by the wind, lifted by the draw;
But home is home, o wandering leaf!
Look not for hearth on another tree;
Become the kindling, become the ash,
And never die ‘til Winter lives.
Look homeward! Look, thine eyes might see,
The flames in hearths of distant dreams,
Burning, churning, waiting for thee.
Irony
By Bariyah Faisal
In the cruelest of the battles
I say goodbye to depression
In the most difficult times,
I find internal peace
In my most joyous moments,
I find myself chasing after my OCD,
Making sure everything stays in a proper way,
But it never does
Life never follows a straight path
It’s ironic how life plays with us
Gifting us water and fire
In the same moment.
Metaphors
By Andleeb Tariq
Why can’t we just be
Brutally honest
Instead of keeping so much inside?
I am afraid
Our hearts will explode one day
And
The pieces will
Tell a different story
A misinterpreted heart
By Abdul Moiz Alizai
Reserved, reluctant, reclusive am I
But they think I am shy
My company isn’t wanted anymore
“Too much attitude he has”
This they often say
The kith leave
And the kin doubt
While the truth lurks
Under the unsaid
No, not only unsaid
It’s a misinterpreted unsaid
They see you smile
And tag you happy
They see you quiet
And think you introvert
People are judging
Me by my guise
Little do they know
I am but
A misinterpreted heart
Lingering shadows
By Sunaina Majeed
You and I are apart,
But here a new chapter starts,
For we are a part of the book of love,
So, look into your heart and delve,
I am still there, have always been there -
It was you who never bothered to care
But it’s over now, as I am gone,
And I won’t come back, even though you moan,
Moving on my way alone as I cross my fingers,
The shadow of your memories still lingers.
Dispersed fragments
By SM Hassan Raza
I
Men condemned to the sound of the lute,
If what they say must be the gospel truth,
Then “to be or not to be” becomes the question,
Better to leave then to live like a brute.
II
Wish was to keep you within sight or earshot,
The idyllic palace I erected - our very own Camelot,
Trodden asunder was my goblet of dreams,
In such destitution I pined only for a draught.
III
On hearing the bells knell,
Hard on his knees he fell,
What a poor wretch he was,
Who died for a Jezebel.
Compiled by SK