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Poems forever

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By S. K
Fri, 05, 22

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.... Excerpted from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold...

Poems forever

POETS' CORNER

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

Excerpted from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

We are tired, my heart and I

By Tahreem Asghar

We’re tired, my heart and I

The many stars in the sky

Fail to illuminate my nights

My eyes have got swollen and dry

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We’re tired, my heart and I

I’ve knocked many doors

But couldn’t find one to your abode

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My ears yearn for the sound of your voice

My eyes writhe for your soul’s espy

Looking for my hamdam’s soul, I cry days and nights

We are tired, my heart and I

Sunflowers

By Zahra Batool

Thousand emotions

Embedded, flooded

Deep down

Taking roots

In my heart

And I can feel something

Growing, gnawing

Spreading in my veins

Ache deepening

A piercing pain

Excruciating, unbearable

Making me loose

Inhibition, dignity

And above all – myself

I coughed

Retching, wreathing

Shaking, screeching

Spitting out

Blood red leaves

And sunflowers

Spring of my life

By Iqra Nazeer

In my mind

You’re trilling like a sparrow’s note

My eyes were like a millpond

And you were there that day

And I needed to pick your brain

About something

But I swung my head towards the sky

And shut the windows to the soul

And started racking my brains, unendingly

Swiftly, someone strode towards me

When I unrolled my eyeballs

And saw a shining lodestar

My orbs were sparkling

The shadow of your smile.

Not just a pen!

By Nazish Sabir

Am I just a pen?

To you, I might be,

But to many,

I am a friend,

To whom they cried a thousand tears,

A pen that helped in letting all the pain out,

In the form of not hatred but words,

I am a friend to those beings,

Who were once abandoned by many

I am a shoulder to all those in grief,

Who found no one else to lean on,

I am a ray of positivity in the lives of many depressed souls,

I am a pillow to many night owls,

Who share with me many thoughts,

I am an acquaintance to all those early birds,

Who kick-start their days with a chug of hot-coffee mugs,

But you have called me just a pen,

No worries of any sort,

As I invite you to join me in shedding some thoughts,

About life and stuff,

I bet you might find a friend in me,

As I always accompany you on every walk

Talking about the happiest rides

Or the tricky turns on barren lands of thoughts.

Compiled by SK