Best Flied Poems
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
Butter Fly
the butter
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fly
that flied away
that broke
the heart
that put to skids
the board on skates
the kid o
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his head in the clouds
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he
skates
away
…
he
forgets
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for his grandmother
this butter fly’s under lock and key
The tumultuous whirlwinds had now ceased
The roaring, nettlesome sounds have dried away
The tide is now silent
The clatters and jangles,
now dead, they are.
Far and wide, the drumming sounds, ululations...
For the happiness, peace and calamity, found again
All is being born again.
The sky is blue
The dark-dark, huge, cumbersome and petrifying clouds
Have faded away
And now, white clouds are to be seen hither and thither
In the blue sky-scape, congregating
For the new rain of the new
the new downpour of joy and peace of nature.
With my hands,
I rubbed away the hot tears, at last
With a smile, i looked out
The thudding of my heart, had stopped, but gone
Relieved i felt, for the tempests, had flied away
I yawned, stretching my arms
Bad times, had reached their edges
At last.
The birds fluttered and warbled
Their sounds anew
Tickling my fancy
The swiping of the trees
buzzed with the cool breeze
and then, the sun showed up
with new lively alight, and
with the moon
they all smiled cutely.
All got in full swing
For the peace, and happiness had at last been restored
I danced along with the birds, soft wind and the trees
Dancing, to their tune
And with all the peace and happiness
Smiled back to the jolly sun and the moon.
like a grain of sand..
flied from the land..
settling in my eyes.
A lot of tears can,
remove you easily again,
then the pain will be removed.
What a wonderful band..
taking my little hand..
telling me to sway.
The Smell of the flowers..
is holding me for hours..
flaying into the sky.
What a wonderful feeling..
Freedom is always cleaning..
my heart and soul.
At the end of the elated visit
Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal
I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit
As excited to enjoy the environment, withal
It was the inside on the right, near the main entrance
Just before the famous ‘visitors bench’
from where visitors pose, with faces full of romance
As a monumental memory, though the fire won’t quench
I was seated at a comfortable distance
To watch this mankind’s magnificent marble marvel
My mind churned the charm, inch by inch
With visitors from the entire globe, lining after a long travel
Of all colors, gathering was the crowd of tourist
With dressing styles that were, to this land, new
My emotions of excitement, I could not resist
Their expression of ecstatic too, none knew
Flocking was also the beeline of photographers
With the face of everyone, full of excitement
Earnestly everyone was immersed, as none bothers
None can forget in life, this joyful moment
Distracted my ‘dream-like-reality’ was an eagle
He was flying low, short rounds over the main dome
Over his unusual behavior, into me, I did giggle
He returned after two short rounds, as it was awesome
He now flied directly to the Finial – Islamic moon symbol atop
He sat over the Finial, as if he came to chat with me
A new relationship between us began to develop
I enormously enjoyed this ecstatic and wondered to watch the game
Joy or grief never lasts for longer
As he could not sit there comfortably
As the edges seems sharper and stronger
My friend was forced to fly away, inevitably
This play of this eagle, perhaps I only noticed
Perhaps only towards me, He sat to chat
Taj as universal ‘symbol of love’ is highly placed
The joy of watching the eagle too, a tantalizing treat!
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Summer walks wield charm and power.
Dandelion love’s free and wild.
A pick-me-up basic flower -
I find happiness in the child.
Pandemic bees -
grand moment’s seize.
In 2020, I smiled as
his skateboard trails bird, that same hour.
Boy’s twinkling eyes enthralled, beguiled.
Innocence, a scene to devour.
Grand child’s dismay -
“Aww, he flied ‘way”
6/9/2022
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Today is just the beginning
Love keep days to chasing one and other
Your kindness made me stand potent
Though at first I was weak
Smitten at first sight made me inflicted
My heart flied in a fluffy cloud
In longing for it desire
My body swine in aching pain
When I heard am not interested
My head spew up and then
Back to its position like a swooping bird
When I heard get off my sight
Yesterday mark the beginning
Of our love, that was two years ago
Today our love is strong and elastin and cannot
Be tear asunder
I am in bondage of your love also you are in mine
Unaccountable bliss and zest may it pore our ways
Today is still the beginning
Tomorrow shall not be the end
From the dream of a mage
Here comes the Ice Age
The unforseen illusion
That gives birth to abusion
Bringing upon humanity
A new mentality.
And in this dammed night
When i had slept so tight
2 wings searched the sky
For humans not to die
They searched for the sinner
The infamous beginner
To alter his mentality
With her sexuality
But he sleeps so tight
She can't bring him light
So she enters the dream
Where the 2 will sin
In a world of light
Full of pleasure and delight
A boy fights with might
The beast that took his light
The boy was bitten
He almost got eaten
Helpless in despair
The boy had to be cared
She flied low
Feeling the flow
Saving the boy
Bringing him joy.
In a green forest
A boy and a girl rest
The wings not to be seen
She fell in love with his sin.
It seems
on the roads net
between you and me
i know every stone, mark and feature
talking with them tet-a-tet
about you, my dear friend.
So often and so long
i run to you
in my dreams,
plans, fantasia
and others spiritual and physical
adventures.
But i am very rarely
could shortened distances
separated us.
In the last night so pity
i am awoke somewhere
in the mountain of Sistans
where our plane urgently landed
i don’t know for which reason,
in previous dream
i am journeyed within the filled bus
in company of our bearded pilgrims
going from Central Asia to Mecca,
so I planned to reach Saudi Arabia
and going through it, Red Sea and Indian ocean
make a great leap toward the Philippines.
Need to say
I almost reached my aim
but at last moment
lost myself somewhere
among thousand isles
slip away from boarding fishing boat
close to your town and home.
Sometime and somewhere
i stopped my trip
between Tabriz and Ispagan,
temted by shrine of Omar Hayam,
between Osh and Kokand,
looking for temple of Kudoyar Khan
between Cuala-Lunpur and Singapore,
trapped by memory of Lee Quan,
sometimes my way declined by Chinas Hainan
sometimes by Indian Taje-Mahal.
One time I am so strongly accelerated
into the war jet
with my desire and love,
that were flayed over
your green archipelago
toward the North pole.
It’s happened i am flied with swallows
to the south latitudes
migrated with heavy eagles,
and even flying with extinct
prehistoric giants pterosaurs
in the deep warm nights.
I learned exactly
the flying theory and practice.
Really I have right for title as one
who was born to hunt you.
But my problem is that
you are unreachable huntress,
as clearly witnessed you name
so i am doomed to search you
from the ancient beginning
till the end of the World and Time,
o my love from Philippines
With every creature and moving
currents, drifts and tendencies
existed or existing between us,
that is seem mine
truly nature and transcendence
going to you, my dream and excellence.
Behind the mirror, the man is seen
Where on our streets surrounded, Friends
Thousands met cold, untimely death
With screamed echoes of souls unrest
Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly
Children dead in their mothers’ arms
Father, for his lost son searched
Found him only, with parts cut in shreds.
Behind the mirror, was the man there?
Our Young children, to soldiers turned
Educated only in field of war
Guns carried, bigger than they can bear
Faught battles, of no cause but fear
To read or write, they dared not do
But to shoot or kill, well informed they were.
The man behind the mirror, how did he rest?
Our babies, dead while he sound slept
In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept
Still offered nothing, but violence more
Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder
If anyone dared open their mouths to speak
Or, if orders came of his seat to render.
Behind that mirror, my freedom he took
Our homes Burned; our stores looted
Citizens, chased out of a land to love
Forced into exile for years so many
Adapted to a culture so not ours
From scratch, we started to build
Until bit by bit, we rose so high above
Like an eagle, up up and away.
The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame
The color so dark, on our backs stained
Bruises so deep, forever left to heal
Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued
Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched,
And palmed away by cruel, hateful death
With tumbled bodies over bodies
All soiled up into one tiny hole.
Behind that mirror, the man will always be
With blissful look in his red, budging eyes
Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile
His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see
My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound
And the more my hate for him increase
Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down
Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get
God created universe for the love of Muhammad
Created sun and moon for the desire of Muhammad
Said be and was universe, written all from start to end
Recited Quran as a whole, for the glory of Muhammad
All saints had come, to mosque their faces daubed
Said word of testament, for the noor of Muhammad
Companions had conquered, next ones emulate
Eight heavens laid out, for the love of Muhammad
At skies birds flied, montanes and stones watered
Trees gave fruit, for the love of Muhammad
Infidels had come, from him they took faith
Prayed five times a day, for the love of Muhammad
Jonah praised cause him Quran praised
Remember and say Salawat, for the love of Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
There's only one way down a dead-end road
Drug dealers don't make good friends
Spend your whole life chasing your nose
Just sniffing in the Wind
I met my guardian guardrail
Smoking angel dust all day
I'm glad they were there to grab me
Because I thought I could fly away
And I'll fly away
Flew away
Just flied away
I found the blind man running
By the light of the night
He had the answer in his hand
I read what it said aloud
"Your God's your only friend"
His smile must have been
Stretching from ear-to-ear
"By God" said the blind man
"Thats what I thought I'd hear"
If he only knew how scared I was
I would shed a tear
That's when he said "I may be blind
But I can see your fear"
And I'll cry away
Cry away
Just cried away
I've been climbing the cliffs of life
Grass blade by blade
But I keep on slipping on
Mistakes I've made
With an outstretched arm
I yelled for you
To help emerging me from it all
But your little white nose lies
Just drounded out my calls
My whole life flashed in front of my eyes
During that fatal fall
You were the last clump of grass I grabbed
But you had no roots at all
And I'll fall away
Fall away
Just fell away
Cry away
I'll fly away
I stayed in a small beautiful island
In a corner room of a Guest House
I came out on the call of inner command
As the beauty of the garden did amuse
It was the early morning Sunlight
Caressing was the pleasant breeze
The dawn drove me to delight
With its beauty, my soul got freeze
The lawn looked appealing
There were few variety of plants
With a fascinated feeling
If you watch, may disregard other wants
Variety of flowers were fresh
With a will, you shall stay to fill
The fragrance filled in air was immense
Forgot self and I stood still
It was a unique butterfly
Near an elegant hibiscus
Looking like another flower, sat stiffly
On the leaf, with a silent focus
Even with flow of breeze this fly didn't change
Its beauty was more enthralling
She sat still like a part of that plant, tho' strange
Until a forceful wind came rolling
That forced the butterfly to fly away
Now before my eyes that beautiful flower flied
Thus the morning amused me in a new way
I got convinced only now, the fly was not tied!
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I went for a morning stroll
There were also other walkers in the park
who came for walk for a better health control
Little earlier the Sun had drove away the dark
Glittering was the early morning Sunlight
Taking sunbath in a corner was a cat
I too was walking without any specific thought
The cat hissed at me, as if I was to combat
I just ignored him and pursued my path
Now few crows circled cawing around the cat
I could see the cat chasing a prey near the footpath
Prey jumped into a small bush, to escape from the threat
Prey was a well grown baby pigeon
I was drawn to interfere in this chase
When I tried to catch, he flied little thereon
I caught him but the cat become unease
To escape from crows,I put pigeon into my small cloth bag
I walked away to save this baby towards few women
Shown this beautiful pigeon baby, with a ‘plea to save tag’
God came in the form of a maid servant who was keen
She agreed to rear him in addition to the lovebirds in her home
and to free him when he is fully grown
Now pigeon began a new life, as threat was overcome
I too felt relieved as if a seed is now sown
But my heart pained as I earned the wrath of the cat
as I deprived him of his morning feed
I got relieved only next day when same cat posed as if he forgot!
With each such deed, God is fulfilling every such need!!
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Things Fall Apart
The moon is not lighter
The day I saw the moon
The sun is not brighter
The time I saw the sun
Thee were not like this
The day I saw thee
Thee were not a lout as I saw thee before
The day I saw the tree
It's not fruitful
The day I saw thee
Thee were just a kid
But today I saw thee
Thee back an infant
But why I was not invited to thy marriage programme?
Don't tell! It's wed locked child
The I was born
The word isn't like this
But today we're
Moral has ran away
Respect has sank in an ocean
Father has flied away
Mother has mad along
Alas! Things has fallen apart
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