English poetry

 Will You (Continued...) We laughed again and talked a lot I thought we made a difference We promised for shared future shots Over the cries of vengeance We promised to see the world along We promised to get drunk at our bar We promised not to let one alone We promised to stay same despite how far Then the day of 15th july The day of grief and darkness I tried to stay all polite Failing to conquer the void or part I wanted to tell you everything A story that would bring you pain I cannot tell you no matter what The trust in your own will fade You always deserve to be happy Maybe i was an unknown thorn Am glad you threw one thron away Yet the thorn loves you in a way his own You told me to keep a diary I did and started writing The words were hard to swallow Every syllable a tale of fighting I hoped the day after that To get killed or die ASAP Although broke a bone or two You never asked… ugh! My bad I do have reasons to hate me A cut for every look in the mirror A river of tears be...

   Will You? I latched on to a broken twig To hold myself from falling      When i was pushed by a lovely fig Dreams with whom compelling                                                                                      I knew it from the first day though No matter what am not her type Not caring the heart starts jumping slow Regardless of the brains hype We met someday, a heavenly place She recognized, i felt am high I asked bout her life n friends She roasted everyone on sight The apocalypse passed in silence We never met nor shared a word Your thoughts flew without licence Like some pretty little bird Then day thee came, Finally We met again me overjoyed I spent the day looking at you From a blindspot of y...

"Deities" Our God is greater than your one my religion is right your's is just a fiction Look! they are fighting disclaiming that you hate wars homicides think killing is what makes way to seventh heaven Hands filled with gore; they shout "we are the entrepreneurs of heaven" Orisons are meaningless if your prayer contain curse for others I wish we were told to be kind instead of religious I wish we were taught to follow humanity, not a religion I wish we were directed to fetch food to hungry bellies rather than taking fasts I wish we were ordered not to break hearts instead of restricting shrine shatters Perhaps, no deity told us to do what we are doing now praying for heaven making others life worse than hell Writer: UNKNOWN

                      The Secret Heart Across the years he could recall His father one way best of all. In the stillest hour of the night The boy awakened to a light. Half in dreams, he saw his sire With his great hands full of fire. The man has struck a match to see If his son slept peacefully. But when he touched the sleepyhead His match fire left his finger red

Nocturne  Tell me all things false are true, Bitter sweet, that false are wise; I will not doubt nor question you;                                I am in a mood for lies. Tell me all things ill turn good;                    Thew and sinew will be stronger Thriving on the deadly food Life proffers for their hunger. Paint love lovely, if you will; Be crafty, sly, deceptive; Here is fertile land to till, Sun seeking, rain receptive. Hold my hand and lie to me; I will not ask you How nor Why; I see death drawing nigh to me Out of the corner of my eye. BY : Countee Cullen

Four Elms  Whoever it was that planted them A hundred years ago, Spread roots apart and tamped in earth Would now be great to know Another man, tree-comforted, Waits for their leaves to grow. So cloase they are to the house wall                    He could have had no fear That worn with winter and the weight Of every growing year They might break roof and window down Before his sleep could hear. Yet if they should destroy the house It would not be so wrong: Three generations now had heard Branch lifting and bird song. we take a chance on anything We want to keep for long. By : Paul Engle

Losers If I should pass the tomb of Jonah I would stop their and sit awhile; Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark And came out alive after all. If I pass the birial spot of nero I shall say to the wind, "Well, well!"_ I would have fiddled in a world of fire, I who have done so many stunts not worth the doing. I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too. I want to shake his ghost-hand and say, "Neither of us died very early, did we?" And the last sleeping-place of Nebuchadnezzar When I arrive there I shall tell the wind: "You ate grass; I have eaten crow Who is better off now or next year?" Jack Cade, John Brown, Jesse James, There too I will stop and sit down for awhile. I think I could tell their headstones: "God, let me remember all good losers." I could ask people to throw ashes on their heads In the name of that sergeant at Belleau Woods, Walking into the drumfires, calling...