And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last...
Poems forever
By Robert Frost
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
By Ummara Rukhsar
The silence reverberates,
melancholy shrouds everything.
Birds have flown away
to new homes.
A cricket in the tree—
the sole companion—
reminds
loneliness is an illusion.
It drowns the voice
of regret,
of longing
for those companions
who once shared this place.
Those who sought
the solace of isolation
are often found
lifeless.
By Maryam Shah
Darkness envelops her
like deep waters,
suffocating.
No sound
escapes her lips.
The silence is deafening.
Her eyes are empty,
heart a heavy stone.
Lost in the depths
of her own mind,
her inner world,
is shrouded,
dark,
like a silent sea.
The emptiness echoes
where her heart
once stayed.
By Anas A Khan
Black clouds are coming
Something underneath is humming
Are they tremors of change?
Or just a simple drubbing
Sounds come quick from front
Dwindles of the yore are strong
Looking back at the old marks
High and mighty fell in a stunt
My fortunes are always bright
I seek tranquil to make it a right
Birds of glee flying and hovering
Happiness is still out of sight
Mirage was that perceived vista
And horizon was that delusion
Shut are doors and windows closed
Fate of realm for that dissolution
