Silence of the night
Was broken by a
Shrill distant scream.
Category: Poems
Eternal Love
In her tranquil gaze
Her warm embrace
Lies his eternity.
Gathering Pieces
Her family was broken
She gathered pieces
Every single day
& put them together.
They would fall apart
Every single day.
With tears dropping from her eyes
She gathered the pieces
All over again.
With a single hope,
That some day
They realise through her
That no matter how difficult life gets
You need to keep aside your weakness
Put on a brave face
& keep your loved ones content.
Rhythm
Her body like a wave
Danced to the rhythm
Of his heartbeat.
Handwritten letters
Will always continue
To be romantic.
She found a stem
with a tiny red bud
Fallen on the ground.
She took it home
Placed it in a glass of water.
Next morning,
She sipped her coffee with a smile
A gorgeous full-blown rose was by her side.
Orange & Purple Love
He stood outside with a smile
& a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
She was over the moon
Her eyes brimmed with tears of joy.
She whispered softly to herself,
My heart will only beat for you
For the rest of my life.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
A Breezy Love
A beautiful face.
A gentle breeze.
Lightly kissed her cheek.
Then covered her blush
By blowing her soft curls
Over her face.
Mrs. Weatherbee..
Mrs. Long Weatherbee,
While rummaging through her old closet
Found her good-old pink lingerie.
With a smile on her face
Along came good-old memories.
In her teens, Mrs. Weatherbee,
Had stolen glances from nearly-naked chiseled boys
Girls ridiculed her, many laughed at her stupidity.
“Oh, how silly of me to wear this pink lingerie to the beach!”
To escape the humiliation,
Mrs. Weatherbee had dived into the sea.
She swam long and hard,
Suddenly the currents became strong.
Pulling her deeper into the sea.
That’s when she met the man of her dreams.
Mr. Weatherbee,
Saved Mrs. Weatherbee from drowning
& instantly fell in love with her in the sea.
Now, they’ve been married for many years.
But Mrs. Weatherbee still holds on
To her good-old pink lingerie
With all its bittersweet memories.
Forgotten
Abandoned house.
A drop of water trickled
Down a rusty tap.
Nuraine Sadaf 