I am moving to the Maldives Islands
Where is that?
The middle of the Indian Ocean
What is there?
Temperatures between seventy-six and eighty-six degrees
Her parents were against it
It did not make sense
It was on the other side of the world
They visited her in December
And decided to stay
For the rest of their lives
Categories:
maldives, journey,
Form: Free verse
hand of coral islands
south of Sri Lanka
in the Indian Ocean
scuba diving
snorkeling. surfing,
dolphin watching
paddle boarding
i run to shake Maldive's glorious hand
eighty degrees average
Categories:
maldives, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative
There was a tree in a town of Maldives,
Irrespective of the season, it thrives,
Its girth, tens of hand spans,
At midnight the leaves dance,
No one has seen this except the priests' wives.
An abode to mystical creatures,
Some believed to be miniatures,
At twilight, the leaves glowed
Exotic fragrance flowed,
Creatures are elves-like caricatures.
One day the tree fell without being hewn,
All over, far and wide its leaves were strewn,
No one knew why this happened,
Priests said the tree was sickened,
The town became parts of garment sewn.
March 20, 2022.
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Categories:
maldives, myth, poetry, sad,
Form: Limerick
It’s so bright on these islands
it feels like they must be nightless,
that with just 24 hours to a day,
there’s more than enough light
to go around.
The light floods water,
making it disappear,
so boats levitate,
their anchor lines making them
look like realistic
boat-shaped balloons.
There is so much light,
it spills over into your body
and floods its innermost recesses,
so that the dark inside
is pushed out,
made homeless,
and has to take up
temporary residence
on your skin.
And the more time you spend there,
the more light your body drinks,
and the more darkness
is evicted from within it.
You spend a week, two, on these islands,
looking more like the locals by the day,
until you reluctantly go home,
where the air
isn’t overcrowded with light
and there’s space for the light in you
to drain back out gradually,
so the dark that’s been camping
on your skin can
finally seep back inside your body.
No place like home,
the shadows sigh happily.
Not necessarily how you feel,
your mind still in a place
where there is a surplus of light.
Categories:
maldives, beautiful, body, holiday, light,
Form: Free verse
I have to leave here to know how good it is
To stay any longer can only jeopardize all reality
A definite one place to be solely missed
This one place to have restored all faith in humanity
However... you need to be in dire to finally be here
You need to be lost and destroyed to know what here means
The very kind of restoration you would believe in fear
Because right here will you only believe it... a dream
You will become friendly in it's inland practice
Well fed and well indulge in all absence of the world
Almost unreal to be unreasonably held captive
Before here... I truly wonder how have I kept myself a whole?
Perhaps you have seen what this place can do
Have you felt what this place can enchant?
There isn't even racism to be judged anew
There is simply only a you with nothing more to want
I can understand its existence regardlessly
Because the world we share in isn't a friendly zone
Exactly why to stay any longer will mean jeopardy
When you know how this world isn't a place to call home
Categories:
maldives, world,
Form: Rhyme
Here we are in an island of ocean
Where leaves of summer sway in motion
Where dew drops glitter in the sunlight
Then feel the evaporation of your plight
Where the blue ocean and nature's greenery
Proves to be and still is a divine mystery
That feeling of freedom is un-explanatory
When u stretch your arms in the amazing scenery
Categories:
maldives, freedom,
Form: Imagism