I was traveling on a road
A road with no diverging
A road expected to be smooth
A road texture of which can be trusted
I encountered many jerks
The ride was becoming unpleasant
I still continued
In hope of leaving the jerks
I encountered potholes now
The ride was now impossible
Yet I had some fraction of hope inside
I kept on travelling
I kept in mind
If potholes return
I will change my medium
Or will change the road
We travel on roads to get a smooth ride
Jerks can be tolerated
Even sometimes only
Potholes are impossible
If one continues their ride
Even on potholes
They either hope for a smooth path
Or are stubborn fools to drive
I cry silently,
My soul has wounds.
My breath pins,
In my chest.
My eyes tired,
Heavy, dry, & red.
My rest brings,
No comfort.
My face is empty,
A person not there.
Lost is my soul,
Wondering within.
Disconnection,
Punishment,
Withdrawal,
Unbearable.
A new man's been charged to run this town;
Dressed as a boss, but acting as a clown.
People are split between laughter and frown.
Some look glad; others feel down.
They're, all, in a sinking boat, but who won't drown?
Those brave people who can swim.
Those who, with confidence, brim.
Those who dare tell him
That he is totally dull and dim,
And that they refuse to be judged by his whim.
Hypocrites lack honesty, candidness and felicity.
And this man is even worse.
His running of this city is some sort of curse.
He's poisoned with prejudice and animosity.
So who would trust a snake faking tranquillity?
Why should people wait and hope?
Or force themselves to cope?
Isn't there a chance to leave his scope?
Respectable people should not be left to mope.
They should learn to say "nope".
As I journeyed through the hellish landscape of my past,
I began to put out the fires that somehow still last.
They were persistent and tried to reignite themselves, but I held fast.
Some would lunge and lick at me as the water was cast.
But I kept on working until the burning had passed.
I kept working until fertile fields were unmasked.
Then I began to plant seeds for my future. Seeds I would nurture into a landscape lush and vast.
They talk down
like they paid for my syllables,
and rented my home.
but I’ve bled on too many syllables,
to bow,
too my high rent and my soft voice.
if you won’t meet me eye to eye,
don’t ask why I walk alone
with my head still up.
Enter now, the quiet chambers of your mind.
Continue through the doorway of wisdom & deep Intelligence. Close the door behind you.
Now you are home.
everyone sometime in their life
may need a helping hand
if you fall from carrying a load
someone to help them stand
no matter if your a boy or a girl
or if your big or small,
never be too big then you are
to ask for help at all,
if you feel down and feel real sad
no matter what it may be,
find a way to get it all out
keeping it is never healthy,
never think that life is so bad
to think about suicide,
never let anyone or thing take
your dignity,self respect, or your pride,
if your pain comes from your heart
caused by a girl or a guy,
remember they are only one person
theres billions more to try,
if you know you have been true
to them but mostly to you,
then know in your mind,heart,and soul,
its them that dont deserve you.
She is a Queen; she doesn’t need a king to reign.
Your absence was meant to shatter her world,
But you forgot—she builds empires from the ruins.
You thought you were playing her like a game of chess,
But she saw every move; you were just a pawn.
You believed betrayal would go unnoticed,
That her silence meant weakness.
But silence is the calm before her storm—
A Queen destroys, not with rage, but with wisdom.
There’s a Queen inside every girl, waiting to awaken,
A lioness hidden beneath soft, unassuming fur.
She may appear fragile, but don’t be deceived;
Her strength runs deeper than your shallow perceptions.
Some discover their power in whispers,
Others, in the roar of battle scars.
Hurt her, and you’ll not break her;
You’ll ignite the fire she didn’t know she had.
One day, she will rise, unyielding and radiant,
Standing tall as the world bows at her feet.
Underestimate her, and you’ll face the weight of her wrath—
Not born of vengeance, but of self-respect and justice.
A Queen does not seek revenge; she reclaims her throne.
And when she does, no one forgets her name.
A upholder strong, bold, and courageous
Belittled and trivialized
Accepting truth; she's bon a fide
Speaking up for self became contagious.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Upon your mind set it purely depends;
Self-respect of girls it greatly offends.
Men, tighten all your minds’ screws;
Picture yourselves in their shoes.
A view of this kind surely needs amends.
I am hard on myself, for your presence lingers,
The weight of your judgment, my heart still remembers.
In your eyes, I sought approval and grace,
Yet I found only doubt, in my every embrace.
With each flaw magnified, I strive for perfection,
Your expectations, a relentless affliction.
But within this struggle, a truth starts to bloom,
The fault lies not in me, but in your own gloom.
For I am more than your standards allow,
A spirit unyielding, finding strength in the now.
In self-love's embrace, I'll break free from your view,
No longer defined by what you think I should do.
in my youth
i was in love
it was hard but
i once left the boy
for whom I cared so much
I told him he didn't
love me enough
he just asked
'what do you mean?'
to which i said
'exactly'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Not this day
No
My mouth shall not say
The words that linger
Trailing broken syllables
From memory bay
Without meaning
I cannot form them
Even as I pray
Turning in guttural acidic taste
By bitter bile way
Fumbling resentment
Phrase to phase
With no sway from sentiment
Shall I dare?
Shall I say?
Nay!
Struggle thought
Drowning heart turned grey
Oh how heavy they drag
And scuff the floor from their weight
I look at them there in utter dismay
Clutching my heels as I walk away
I left them there
Begging!
Just as they left me that day
Those words...
Once meant for you
That I will NEVER again say
Poem Ego
Ego leads us in the right direction
It is a means of satisfaction
It is a crown that never lets us down
It soothes the heart and touches soul
A man without ego has no goal
He who bows before someone has lost his light
A man with ego is a man with sight
It dispels darkness and night
It is against unjustified acts
It is the hub of theosophical facts
O seeker If you are stumbling in the dark
Generate in yourself the divine spark
It will light up your life and you will become the moon
You will become a Saint and you will become high noon.
Written By Abad Ur Rehman Khan
Poet Of Pakistan
Tonight’s the night I go on a date,
At the restaurant we’ll meet face to face,
Where we’ll wine and dine and talk about love,
And maybe go back to my place,
Where lights will be dimmed, with soft music on,
Maybe a slow dance on the floor,
And our shadow will glide in a choreographed sway,
Maybe this will become a bit more,
You see, I think she’s my one, my perfect and pure,
I think she’s the partner for me,
Even though people say I live all alone,
They don’t see every night I date Free.
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