It can be termed as the creation of a word describing its sound. Some of the popular examples of words sounding similar to their meanings are roar, clap, moo, etc....
Onomatopoeia
It can be termed as the creation of a word describing its sound. Some of the popular examples of words sounding similar to their meanings are roar, clap, moo, etc. It is one of the popular poetic devices used in children’s rhymes to give them a rhythmic and easy-to-remember structure similar to a jingle. Examples: splash, murmur, bang, swoosh, buzz
By Abid Agha
In the silence of December’s fading light,
I sit alone, a cold coffee by my side.
Strings of memories strum within my soul,
My guitar, a companion, now distant and cold.
Unable to craft notes since the morn,
My fingers lost in a melody forlorn.
Once a symphony we wove together,
Now, solitude is all that I gather.
As the chords echoed with our laughter,
You took my guitar, a sweet hereafter.
In a moment’s grace, you couldn’t compose,
Tunes eluded, your frustration arose.
A pact was made, under December’s sun,
I offered tunes, each one to be begun,
With a title bearing the essence of you,
Yet fate parted us, bid us adieu.
In the vast expanse of musical endeavors,
I sought you in melodies, an unending river.
Hundreds of tunes, each one a plea,
Yet you never returned, lost in mystery.
So here I am, in the fading December light,
The strings may play, but the music is quiet.
In the echoes of tunes, a promise unfulfilled,
A love story, in melodies, forever distilled.
By Abia Asif
A procession rising from the shore
Coffin clad figures in apocalyptic cold nights
Such strength in these faltering eyes
Flesh mongers on the other side
Blood conceived, carries silence
Blood fermenting, harbours ruin
Blood rotten, carries secrets
Blood spilt, liberates them all
Life conceived, too pure
Life exhausted, too spoiled
Mephistophelean pacts
Lo! The Divine Comedy on stage
But the stage actors are falling plain
A chasm between humane and profane
Sweet musk, you inhale where they lay
Such shall not be so, though for those still alive and gambling with their lives
Their deaths scions of suffering
Their fear, bred by belief
Their end, an abysmal abyss of tainted debauchery
Another baleful morning seeps through the crevices of tumbled buildings
Another procession of soldiers on and on and on
Their deaths scions of peace
Their belief bred by faith
Compiled by SK
