Best Pashto Poems
A poor little boy named Stinky McGee.
His problem, he'd fart whenever he'd pee.
His Mama fed him beans.
And you know what that means.
He was worried he'd fart the kind you'd see.
Silent Lies
Silent lies
Silent tries
Silent deceptions upon the meek
Blaming Yahudi or any others of different speak
Whoever doesn’t subscribe to propaganda’s blubber
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
False accusations
False assumptions
Defiling peace, a sad interruption
Deception is the tool of the propaganda’s fool
Silent lies, yet on and on do they try
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Hiding behind his many monikers and dark lit screens
Many of us are crying cause one of us is lying
Hate wrapped in well wishes
Love wrapped in ancient vendettas
Deception hiding in his own confessions
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
While the sickness spreads upon her breast
Silent ones, wandering along the poetic path
Seeking brides with beauty to accept both cane and wrath
Deception and lies all dancing in the rain
Once bitten, most lovers know never to take that train
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Never praise the fool
Never kill the gardener
The ancients lost their wisdom
Repeat not the tribulations of the Iraq
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Silent lies, truth cries
Silent ghosts, phantoms dance
Deception mixed in romance
Fools mange the mirage of silent lies
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Tears in the eyes
When my school began
Willing to go to home back
That time, the only place of heaven
A small child doesn't know much
What are books and what is school?
Just like that, I was unable to realize
That its very beautiful...
With span of time it brought
Some different changes in me
That school and home with no difference
seeming to be
An innocent child with bag on his back
Transformed into teenage
Now, school is home and home is bore
wishing, even sundays to be working days...
First time bunking the class
was severe challenge for me
But slightly with growing time
It became my cup of tea
Many scoldings and praises, I got
from almost every teachers
And i enjoy the school time
Enjoyment for me mainly matters...
But, slowly stress has increased
Only studies, studies and studies
My childhood was here and teenage is going
School is one which has taught me everything
I came with tears and will go with the same
But will leave the remark of my name
Its the thought of almost every student
That school life is the mixture of all enjoyment...
I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story.
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.
Lick these writings of mine
Let my ink stain your taste buds
Can you stand the taste of my pain?
Wounded by the sharpness of thy mind i bleed continually- my ink is
my blood
The words of my qull flow from my vein
I'm standing below the poverty line
Will manna fall from above?
There's no nourishment in the rain
The freedom I search for is yet to find
I want to be free like a dove
Free my brain from the mental chain
Racism should be once up on a time
Pour me hate and i dilute it with love
Hate me with passion- what's your gain?
A Welsh New Year
The night's dark shadow
creeps softly over the sky.
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light,
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass.
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing,
pushing and pulling.
Rough and unforgiving.
Wild as our hearts,
beating quickly in the night.
The wooden walls groan in around us.
A ship,
forever docked,
deeply into the cliff.
A yearning spirit hides in anticipation
behind each eye,
quivering in excitement and childish glee.
When finally,
one scuttling figure jumps from the couch
and out the door.
We chase him,
fleeting feet and unruly rain jackets,
across the courtyard and towards the wild sea.
The wind's intensity grows with the seconds.
We stop,
finally,
when we reach the light.
It flashes,
giant and glowing.
The sea roars far below us
and the wind thrashes and screams in our ears.
I feel as if it could lift me off my feet
and carry it as far as it pleased.
Clinging tightly to whoever is closest,
we stand in silent awe.
But it only last one flickering moment,
before we're dashing back
to the warm safety of the indoors.
But when the morning comes,
and all putter around the kitchen,
little fragments of the night still remain.
A crumpled flag of the living room floor.
Muddy shoes scattered
on the cold entranceway.
The quick sprawled footprints in the sand.
And a lone wine-glass of water,
on a disheveled bedside table.
Gentle smiles pass through the house,
and the steady sea beats rhythmically on.
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Ta wallay kanzal kai?
Yes zma plar harami,
Yes zma mor harami,
Yes zma zaat harami.
Note.(lose character)
Undying Love
For you I would drain the ocean blue
fight it's fearsome monsters too
Sail a ship smashing stormy seas
buy the bank giving you the keys
For you I would slap a tiger in it's cage
dance bare naked upon a public stage
Knock mighty mountains down to gravel
across barren deserts swiftly travel
For you I would totally change my life
cut my own throat with razor knife
Dive headfirst into a bottomless dark pit
do anything , anything but commit!
For you sweet baby, anything but commit!
Robert L. 05-28-2014
Travelled that road for 8 years as a young man between marriages...
Greatly fearing to commit because it meant opening my heart to
a possible future unbearable pain again. It took a miracle for me
to overcome and right on time 21 years later I got blind-sided again.
Live and learn...
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In 2023, Trump won the presidential elections. On inauguration day Don Trump gave Putin a present, Ukraine. He said, with some history as backing, "nationalism" is a nuisance. We had no war with Russia when the Soviet Union existed. Ukraine is not as special as Israel. In fact Putin and I have plans to make the world more coherent, first in India and then in China.
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India of British Empire and British East India company fame included Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Burma. Trump says, Just as David's Kingdom split into two, North as Israel & South as Judah, after that great Jewish king's death, that has happened to India. Let them all unite again under the name Pakistan. India is really a no-word name, since the river Indus no longer exists. "Hindu" really meant "Indu" and the Persians added an H for ease of pronunciation. You know the Samaritan's are alive and well, many in Nablus, what Roman Empire called Neapolis. HAVE you ever heard them complain, the Northern Kingdom's name has been stolen? IT is a bigger, better name ... for our great, democratic ally. So, too, Pakistan in a great name for a bigger, better South Asia.
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Putin asked, O Great Donald, am I dreaming? The Trumpeter replied, in politics, what goes around, comes around. When I told America, RUSSIA IS BETTER OUR FRIEND THAN AN ENEMY, THEY BELIEVED ME. THEY WILL FOLLOW ME TO HELL. Platitudes notwithstanding ...
She glimmers by the darkness of the sea
To welcome those who seek true liberty
This apple of the earth tempts all to see
The truth that nothing in this world is free
Such beauty bears a burning torch up high
The glorious towers of an empire try
To reach God's heaven with a greedy eye
A dream compared unto a slice of pie
Thou sleepest not and yet unvigilant
For evil blinded thy Inhabitants
When unrighteous riches reigns abundant
Eternity becomes irrelevant
Then terrors fall on thee in judgment quake
When nations drink his wrath at last awake
Filled with much pride thy golden idols break
Forbearing grace thou rudely didst forsake
But from the ashes stands an emblem old
Upon a hill of broken dreams foretold
Unworthy friends he was betrayed and sold
The priceless one with selfless love untold
So spread the word, cease from thy night of work
A new day comes, O glorious Sun of York!
Coming Clean
Suppose I was your inner self
the one so determined to fall,
you wake each day with a frown on your face
blaming it on all others after all.
But suppose this person fell from oneself
became a shadow to leave behind,
Could you or would you find happiness
leaving old memories on the sidelines.
Honestly with life so short why take part
in hiding in misery day after day ,
why fold yourself into a crumbled mass
yet crying within of needs deteriorating away.
Tell me how hard do you work
to make others see your pain ,
for maybe they would understand why
if you was trying to be whole once again .
Arms reach out and you slap them away,
makes you once again embracing your pain .
to refuse the help sent your way,
and you refuse again and again.
What is so bad you cant come clean
to find life is what we make it to be,
What is so woven into your mind
where even your shadow has become unkind.
related link:
http://thearyan.com/category/poem/
Dar o dewar hila day
Meray minar gira day
Mujhay mukti dila day.
Mar jaain gay mar jaain gay
Tujhay phir ham yad ain gay..
Tread softly
Tread like the breeze that passes through the fields to sway with the daisies
Because you are treading on my dreams
Think with your heart
because your heart is entwined in mine
Your rational mind might be blind to this bond
And may lead us away from our joy
And hold me tight tonight
like an infant that cries
As your aura spirt and that heartbeat is all I need to heal
September, 09, 2022
Inspiration quotes, "Tread softly because your tread on my dreams" written for a contest
Megai Yag Yaga
Zafar zma Abba
Kharab sta jabba
Lewa mach machey
Vallay tawaif nachay?