Her body like a wave
Danced to the rhythm
Of his heartbeat.
Rhythm
Tag: poem
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.
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.
It’s all hazy.
A heaviness inside my mind.
I tried to overcome the feeling with a smile.
Smile turned into a tear.
Sleep lingered on her eyelids
He carried her in his arms
And tucked her into bed.
Symmetrical ripples
In the grey cloudy sky
A lone bird swam across it.
Walk
Dusk was falling rapidly.
Air was getting colder.
Path ahead was lonely.
No one there to hold her.
Worth It
The night was cold and dark
Next morning; sunlight glistened
Like diamonds in the snow.
Nuraine Sadaf 