An elegy is a poem that primarily serves the purpose of a lament or a requiem for a recently deceased person.....
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An elegy is a poem that primarily serves the purpose of a lament or a requiem for a recently deceased person.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
- In Memoriaum A.H.H.
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
- In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden
Wallflower
By Sa’ad Nazeer
Walls came racing toward me
and the sea dashed in between them
as the voice uncanny lazily entered the vacuum,
‘Would you dance with me, mademoiselle?’
I wish you could see
By Anam Afzaal
Light the candle,
In your hand.
Drop by drop, it melts: scorching.
This longing, these tears.
Discredited witnesses.
I’m scattered smoke.
Introduction
By Ayesha Anwer
Swiftly moving
hoping to grasp
this whirlwind of lies
encased in the casket of life
tumbling and turbulent
with varying shades
of diamonds and granites
bedazzled and confusing
is such an introduction.
Tea cups
By Amna Ameer
The brimming,
Cup of tea,
Rises in clouds,
With thoughts,
That surround,
My tongue,
With a taste,
That seems,
Like a familiar,
Caress,
Of infidelity,
I can’t,
Tell what it is,
That drowns,
My heart,
In the memories,
Of sunsets,
Ever experienced,
By a heart,
Once untouched,
And now,
Violated,
By trust,
That hangs,
Like the sun,
On the horizon,
And a half lit moon,
Peering through,
The fog,
That spreads,
Over the sky,
Setting evenings,
Empty cups,
Of an affair,
Now resemble,
Your birthmarks,
You were born into a love,
And now,
You must die,
To forget,
What it was like,
To dissolve,
In the stimulants,
Of hallucinating,
Remembrances,
Casually,
Lost over,
Conversations of self,
Over tea cups,
That are stacked,
In the corner,
Decaying with the thoughts,
That go off haunting,
Another jilted,
Heart.
Unrequited
By Ajiya Zehra
When I see him, I can’t help but smile
If it is but for a moment or a while
I cannot mask the gentle grin
That dons my face when he walks in.
Oh to be in his presence, to have him so near
Makes my heart pound so wildly all surely hear.
And the instant in which our eyes may meet,
That same heart races with an unearthly beat.
His words, his voice, bring such rapture and thrill,
They course through my body and echo there still.
All seems so perfect, all feels so right
When he is the object there in my sight.
And yet, the ecstatic joy and delightful bliss
All in time will be found amiss
For what good is a match once the fire is ignited?
And what use is a love that is unrequited?
Compiled by SK
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