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Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
My sea is far away,
let's meet somewhere closer,
under the same cloud.

My blue water is for the sun.
I sing beneath the waves.

My rose is for the show.
I am imbued in the fragrance.
Love is in the air;
the scent wafts into my heart.

My sky is open wide,
beyond the rainbow on high,
beyond the peacock's eyes.
It embraces the earth,
reaching far and wide.

As the wind blows along the way,
flying beneath the endless blue,
a mesmerising sight from the bird's-eye view,
a butterfly slips out and begins to sway!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Unconditional
Salmabanu Hatim Jul 2018
My cutie cute granddaughter,
My sunshine, an innocent flower,
My soul in blossom,
My love, awesome,
Joyful, friendly and free,
As the wind, ocean and sheltering tree.
She is my today and tomorrow,
Whose fragrance erases my sorrow.
Never boring, impish,talkative,
Chirpy and inquisitive.
Most of the time glued to the T.V or her iPad,
Cannot do without ******* her thumb,
When scolded becomes glum,
It makes her mum mad,
With studies she is an honoured star,
My child is a blessing,a family avatar.
Happy birthday my love.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Watch as she holds her gold needle
in the half-light
attaching a soul to the blossom's shell
and ensure that their dreams
and their lives don't fade
So their tongues and music
will last forever


Watch as she pulls her golden thread
The petals curl, revealing the beauty of
flush-kissed shoulders within
Sweetened with the fragrance of love
and care
Painted with colours that give our
senses love and rest

Watch as she pokes at the roses
and their thorns sprout
A rose extends their blades
to shield their beauty

Watch as she cuts her gold thread
and it whips around in the wind
As the earth erupts in joyous laughter
far and wide,
flowers adorns all that it touches
From the babbling brooks to fields,
From our parks to the mountain tops

How the Golden Thread can be sewn
and sprout the soul of music,
fragrance and purity.
Wow. This poem I remember writing when I was younger. Most of turbines were scratched out again but I managed to get the words anyway.
This poem I remember was when I was in a seeing class and I was actually seated near a window that had flowers for what looked like miles.

Anyway, be back soon!
Let's see what else I can find in my jungle of a room!

Lyn x
Mystic Ink Plus May 2018
That day fragrance said, I’m a Rose
Soft
Sensible
Soulful
Silent
Peaceful
Delicate
Beautiful

He­ understands,
To handle with care

“Umm, do you got thorns?”,
he asked

No way, fragrance replied

Peace embraced
Gateway to the soul
Essence of the Rose spread

The More
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Rain |  Saturday  |  Free  |  Me  |  What more  |  I wish I could relate
Nishu Mathur Apr 2018
She's wrapped herself on the wall
With her fragrant pink flowers
In bunches of disheveled disarray

And when the summer wind blows
It sends a gentle floral shower
Of blossoms and scents my way

At night, under the moon and stars
I inhale her. With her I love to be
And though I dally and play with words
There can never be a poem as she.
wyle tan Mar 2018
After slight rain
Around my garden I stroll

Unexpected wild white orchids grow
I pause
Imbibe ****** fragrance
Before it's gone

Beauty often dress in surprise
By Wyle at Clementi Singapore , 4 March 2018, afternoon.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Out of the comfort zone  
Swirl and Twirl

But, fragrance  moves on
Genre: Love
Vachaspathi Feb 2018
I can't remember the scent of you because the fragrance lies only in the memories and not in the heart.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A time break,  
Mellow moment  
Fragrance of air,  
Warm candles  
Silent glances,  
Hold the breath  
Change the pitch  
Nothing to say  
An iconic fantasy  
An inch proximity    
Extra beats,  
A high spirit    
Directed path  
Voyage to start  
Destination, to be,  
A Theme park.    
Ultimately,  
A naive Goosebumps,  
Nostalgic,  
Plz,“do not disturb”.  
We don’t exist.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections.
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