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Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 6:03pm On Nov 24, 2016 |
*Loniwe* Loniwe,my loniwe Hands softer than fur My love have gone the way of the open sea To the lands I knew before u came The cool breezes shall blow and whisper The memory of your name *Lonely house* I miss her in the weeping of the rain My back bent like old beggars under sacs I wait for you like a lonely house Till then,my windows ache |
Re: Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 1:48pm On Nov 25, 2016 |
**Lunita** Tell me lunita How many beads are there in the silver chain Of the evening rain Unravelled,threading the eye of the yellow star Tell me how the waves clasp one another And how mountains yearn for a kiss from the heavens But do tell lunita...... If there ever was a love like mine for you |
Re: Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 1:38pm On Nov 27, 2016 |
**Cupid** Ancient god of love with the hearts of men for hat Painted blind 'cause love sees with the heart Breathes the air made from the fume of passioned sighs I warn you beware of him For his words are falser than vows made in wine so dim I now sing with a fearful thrill Of things unknown but longed for still I hear cupid's sweet tune on a distant hill I sigh at the remembrance of shakespeare quote "If music be the food of love,play on" |
Re: Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 1:29pm On Nov 28, 2016 |
**Lucifer's lost thoughts** Tis lonely here How did I get here I,Son of The morning I,Glorious morning star Now cursed to lose the flow of my semen in the sands I,Created from fire Made to bow before mud Did I not obey, my creator When I refused to bow to anything but you I ponder on lonely thoughts If the command was a test to my submission I,Plunged deep into the great depths of despair Knee knocked,coughing like hags Till on the haunting glory I turned my back And towards my thousand years I begin to trudge Until then,deus meus,a thousand kisses but give me none in return............. For there set my blood on fire. DISCLAIMER: the above poem does not reflect my personal views on religion or otherwise but only a work of art. |
Re: Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 11:47am On Nov 30, 2016 |
**Lost Rib** Eye lashes like waves of the old nile Legs like a startled. Otter with hips beguile Luscious breasts like the moulds of acacia *sighs* you think I never loved her I remember the first night Raw passions flooding at first sight The bed was like an ocean And we rode the wave I sit here in the sands of time Listening to the echoes of my falling tears I go now back to my father my dear eva Back to the earth I came But the rib I longed for still If by chance you find need of me Look for me under your boot soles |
Re: Nostalgic Poems by abbas99(m): 7:59am On Dec 03, 2016 |
**Night in Hell** I lay awake in the mass ocean of esoteric vine Pondering on the great questions of our time Atheism,islam,christainity,hinduism,death Till the warm arms of sleep pulled me into its great depth I awake to the pungent smell of sulfur In a place straight out of dante's purgatory or This may be hell A sweet sorrowful tune envelops me in a warm embrace Leading me its great depth I come upon an enclave,in it a being Who walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies In adamantine chain and penal fire The one who defied the omnipotent,so am told "O how fallen,lucifer",I said With a voice so spake the being though in pain Vaunting aloud ,but racked with deep despair it said "That.......is not my name" "O satan,chief of many throned powers" "O fallen morning star",I said With head raised and eyes that sparkled blazed The being spoke that all the deep hollows of hell shook "That........is not my name" The being rose with a crown knotted in fire With burning golden eyes enveloped in gold and silver moon And diamond stars and mist that float I,Standing close stained the white radiance of eternity It said,"come away o human child" "To the fires and the wild" "With I,hand in hand" "For the time has come to speak of many things" |
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