Atta - Hello Poetry

Atta May 2015

when i saw you,
i thought i saw my future.
there came the time when
i realized,
i was directly looking at my soul destroyer.

it hurts

#love #broken #heart #lost

Apr 2015

Javaria Waseem

poets

misfit wanderers lost in their dreams
collecting broken pieces
gluing them with words.

masters in the art of being faceless
singing the songs
of the unheard.

silent souls affected in tragic ways
seeking a painful solace
drowning themselves in the flood.

Atta Apr 2015

papa

i hated my father
a lot
i used to wish i was born fatherless
now i wish he lives longer
he is weak
fragile
but strong
he never cry
or leave me
but i did
now i regret everything

get well soon papa

#love #father

Apr 2015

Sally A Bayan

:::S::H::A::D::O::W::S:::

(haiku x 4)

Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...

Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#pain #moon #dark #stars #and #dusk #moans #forms #drooping #shamewhimpers