The Woman I killed a little

 

I am like that rebellious teen

That experiences and always is keen 

To make mistakes and sin

Yet I never let the pace ever bump 

Untill I bump into a woman 

Pure, loveable and kind

But I leave her behind 

Like a doll hugging every teardrop

Signs of her memory stays 

In my heart and gives me the stirs

The teenage me dries out of tears

Tell me how to hope back and forth

Behind my face a woman I don't know 

While imprisoned within my affliction 

and loneliness

Her features are carved with poisoned hunger

The memory of her laugh pursuits me

to kill me in the darkness

You my kind hearted the fault is mine

I committed death to waste time

Let the sleep come to my side 

And give mercy to my tired face 

Sadness I received early on my age

Is the only thing I can give away.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2016 

 

Wandering - Falling 2 -

Once they asked me

If I still believe, that the Creator 

may have created many more others than her. 

All I know that he created me only for her.

What I know is that
I'm a veteran that returned
My spear rebelled against me
Mourning the poets of battles
Nothing but her can be seen
Locked inside or blocked by her beauty.

All I know is I'm only for her.
Humble words surrended for her
While I gave up my sheild
To fall, to rebel
To know that No formation
Can hold me in.

Read also - Wandering Spirits Falling 1 -

Shared with dVerse - OLN

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2015

Wandering Spirits - Falling 1

Closed & impossible doors opens 

The universe becomes small 

The world loses it's geography

 And forfeit all the borders

 How our loves purity 

Melts all restrictions

 Abnormalities on our days 

The prisons becomes castles 

Guns turns easily into lilies 

Dancing fishes when the seas 

Are liberated from it's salinity 

Following shells celebrating freedom 

And rivers flows declaring rebellion. 

The names of the places fades away 

 While a distance has no point 

Every word have a thousand meaning 

And the time commits suicide 

As the minutes die between the arms of a second 

How I/ we change 

 When love is new in our hearts 

We become wandering spirits 

 Floating on the seas 

 Yearning while racing the wind 

On a universe so vast
Full of secrets

As we rebel against facts

And laws created by men. 

for Poetics @ dVerse
 ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

Some Noble Sacrifice

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For moments 

I can re-live our shared times

Long walks through the woods

Shared giggles while playing cards

Embraced by you when it rains

I'm aware of 

Time that has past for such a noble dream

Would'nt fall & hummiliate myself twice

From this moment I take my own advice

Re-live with me or not, 

There is nothing to lose or sacrifice

Being one fisher or just a dreamer by the sea

All I can is to live on/of my borrowd time. 

Just my view of nonesense for amazing

Anthony's prompt at dVerse Poetics!

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014 

Whisper - Fair Love

In whisper & in French she said,

as if she's afraid of my reaction.

My entire life, all I wanted

was to earn her trust.

Today while holding her hand

she is afraid of my reaction.

As her eyes shines, as I make sure

to tell her about my Love.

I scare her, not my intentions

My soul listens to her
thus my groaning life
I know, I know
I put myself in these situations

But don't ask how I pray
for more of her love
My impulsive pulse
will beg me to repeat,
 My entire life, all I wanted

was to earn her trust.
My humble emotions.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

 

Source of joy - Crush

I felt for eyes, hands

and lips that draw for me "The Smile"

Every time we get closer for a smalltalk

Each innocent touch, or compliment

I experienced happiness and joy.

Before I even knew, my joy

turned into my life's biggest sorrow

Some signals just developed to a life plan

How could I hope so much?

How could I not control my felicity.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

Abruptness Ode

Abruptness Ode

Comparing to others
You are existent in the sentiment
As you are the light of my eyes
Looking as the purity of my conscience
You are always pure and chaste
Rarity of a calming irrigation

There is a homeland for each lover,
& for each boat a harbor
& for each dreamer a glimpse of a vision.
Never had better description.

This is written for Laurie's prompt at 

Poetry Jam.  

Her prompt this week is

 "Letting Go."

Happy to be part of it this time.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

 

Absent

Back then, 

There used to be some
That will work under the sun
Digging all their hands in the mud

Sweating, building and rising

Building for me and my generation

Faces were curious looking down

Standing behind the curtains
behind the windows

Some faces could only been seen,

Become square as they appear,

From their windows

There were some kids carrying books,

Laughing at other kids when passing.

Sweat and mud filled the air.

People like me would just follow

The song as the builders sing.

The songs, voices would continue

And the windows, become absent faces 

Starring at us.

This poem is written for the prompt 

"Time" at Poetry Jam!  

Please join us.

ShadiatiQue ©2010-2014

 

My own Swan

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I saw you fly on the river like a swan

Trying to fly high above the water

Yet your wings touch the water

Water that makes your wings heavy

Beautiful they say, how swans fly calmly 

But someone like me would know

How you try to flee quickly 

Breathtaking they would say, 

I would know that's fear.

We all live in Glass houses

Nothing is hidden, not even our souls

Like Swans we react to danger 

And know how to flee

None of us can be safe

We can see each other 

Just some of us show more through the glass

& some of us hide and forget 

that nothing would be hidden in a glass house.

Be carefull my love

Hate can easily turn into fear.

But i wouldn't throw on you.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

 

The Ultimate Dress Sacrifice

While I walk around myself 

To give others a false impression, 

about me, such as 

"I have control on things in my life" 

As I do 

Every night I wake up scared 

Collapsed, intolerant of something 

Or excited about some fool 

Enclosed and Silent, 

Whose opinion is important to me. 

As he will do 

Almost take me in puzzled 

into moments of Disorientation and Confusion 

Like reaching to the final act of my opera 

but where is the convention. 

My friend I care about your opinion 

Choose for me the most beautiful color 

of these dresses - Red or Blue? 

The color of blood? and courage? 

Or The color of nature? and home? 

If I ask you 

To make the ultimate sacrifice 

for me, or be fearless, Intrepid 

Always be brave and ready to fight 

What if I take your sword 

Would you also leave me your shield.

For the sake of the old houses 

Shields are made to protect me from suffering 

But you, Ah, you are RED 

And I'm Blue No blood can stain the heaven 

and I will yet be tolerated with your opinion.

©2010

My New

Here, my heart served to you 

Take me with all your waverings

As one of your belongings. 

I'm ready.

I hold you back

yet you waited for me to realize

I'm yours.

You are my new identity

The new me I was looking for

Your eyes and lips as soft as mine

I would never hide our kisses

Let them see us hold hands

You are what matters. 

Let me take the lead, sometimes. 

Let us kiss and touch 

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013

Patience Art

Know my Heart, That

Until we master the patience art

we wouldn't pass, we'll fail.

After patience some beautiful things

are waiting ahead us.

After we pass these occasions

of flames that twist with us

So come with me patiently

without you I will be weak.

We'll look back and laugh together

These feelings of catastrophy 

Will pass us ... Yeah.

After we move towards our future

I'll kiss your tears away,

You'll finely smile.

What matters is you next to me 

Reminding me without you 

The world is so small. 

These people of boundaries 

Will fall against our love

Then we'll live in peace.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013

Usually I dont write this kind of love poems, 

but I felt like it this time.