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Best Famous Charisma Poems

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Written by Majeed Amjad | Create an image from this poem

On Her 'Rooftop-Terrace'

Here she comes, onto her “rooftop-terrace,” smiling

With a muted message in her fleeting glance !

 

This hazy air tinged with dusky reflections,

This desolate path … deserted lane … quiet evening,

The low wall of a house at the street corner,

Upon which is gently laid

A diffuse and silent spell !

 

This rooftop-terrace … familiar

With the sound of someone’s soft step,

This secluded place … echoing

With the strains of songs

Someone hums to herself  !

 

The charisma of someone’s lips

Spreads dreamily on all sides

Like angel dust  . . .  light-specks of smiles,

Delirium raining down

From the sweet wine of someone’s gaze,

Someone’s slender, silver-bangled arm

Raised in a silent gesture of greeting !

 

With her elbows resting on the parapet,

And the air of a Diva,

Stands someone … coyly blushing and silent

With a muted message in her fleeting glance !


Written by William Matthews | Create an image from this poem

Misgivings

 "Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses
my love, although she's like a great city 
to me, or a park that finds new
ways to wear each flounce of light
and investiture of weather.
Soil doesn't tire of rain, I think,

but I know what she fears: plans warp,
planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away 
by floods. And worse than what we can't 
control is what we could; those drab
scuttled marriages we shed so
gratefully may auger we're on our owns

for good reason. "Hi, honey," chirps Dread
when I come through the door; "you're home."
Experience is a great teacher 
of the value of experience, 
its claustrophobic prudence,
its gloomy name-the-disasters-

in-advance charisma. Listen, 
my wary one, it's far too late
to unlove each other. Instead let's cook
something elaborate and not
invite anyone to share it but eat it
all up very very slowly.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things