Short Maryam Poems
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Special thanks
to a dear one
whose heart reflects
the light of the sun.
Dedicated to Uncle Shahab.."I am grateful for all you've done for me."...love Maryam*
M olded my own world,
A cross the skies and seas.
R arely landing my ship, for I'm
Y earning for real adventure.
A sks a million a question, for I'm
M aiden in searching my future.
TIDE to WAVE
The coming dawn brings the TIDE
Across the shore, it spread so WIDE
Inward slowly, I start to WADE
It carries me in, with its WAVE
Author's note: This is just a try don't know if it's done right..lol....Maryam
Form:
Fatima
F illed with teases and fun,
A rtistic in all she does.
T hinks always of what's to come,
I llustrating unique wisdom.
M arks all, when the day is done,
A n independent young woman.
Dedicated to my lovely sister Fatima...Maryam*
To My daughters Loubabatoul Koubra, Halima Saadiya and Maryam Jamilah
A knock on the door
Shouts from the inside
All the three running
To swoon over my knees
Laughing my lovely
Daughters
The gate to paradise
The gift from
The Messenger,
My lifelong model.
N umerous I have,
A n exceptional one is she.
R eturning every single smile, she
E nlightens the soul with pure joy.
E very word she says, is
F illed with care and praise,
A wonderful friend to have.
Dedicated to my lovely friend Nareefa who has been my closest friend since 2nd
grade....love Maryam*
R are a person is she,
A helpful friend in every way.
F un is painted across her face,
E verywhere and every place.
E ffortless she diplays a smile.
Y our heart jumps with joy to see,
A wonderful friend as she.
Dedicated to my friend Rafeeya who has always made me smile when something went
wrong..love Maryam*
Little Brothers
Always up to something
sneaking and peeking around
have me always shouting
"get your toys off the ground".
I only scream and shout
because I love you
nothing in this world
could replace you too.
Dedicated to my 2 little brothers, who always have some mischief up their sleeves and it
always turns out as a joke........*Maryam
A red rose tied
across the top
of the tiny box
that lay in your hand
My heart skipped a beat
a hundred times twice
as you slowly walked
the path toward me
A smile appeared
across your face
as you lifted the lid
of the tiny box
Inside it lay
golden earrings
Those earrings, that day
wrote the song
the love bird sings.
Dedicated to a special one.....Always Maryam*
This is an important mail sent to myself,
With my notebook & pen which is always there in my shelf,
Only do the work which makes you happy,
Sometimes stay away from your phone as well as your lappy.
Make a blissful zone and keep yourself warm,
Keep away from negative vibes who may let you harm.
Just go outside to enjoy your life
Drink hot tea and do your strife.
Written by MARYAM ??
Plans for life at a prolonged range
Where everything is glebe strange.
No more strain prompted from the past
I have concealed it fully at long last.
Memories of mine for what I've been
I sanctified that filthy slate clean.
Expeditiously, I will be among the few
I look forward to my hereafter new.
Soon all flashbacks will get depart
I will have recourse to A NEW STAR.
July 21, 2022.
By Maryam Yunus,
March 2022.
H earts beat in excitement,
A s it passes by.
P laying in the air,
P eeking into your hearts,
I t brings a smile to every face.
N ever ending laughter,
E xpresses such enchantment,
S omehow it paints,
S unlight across the dark sky.
*Sorry for not being here for such a long time, but i didn't forget u guys at all n i
never will:) i see that everyone is writing some really beautiful poetry n i am enjoyin
lotz of them.....love n smiles Maryam*
On this bench, we spoke
Of our love without end
It was a love of a light yoke
An easy burden without a bend
On this bench, we played chess
We laughed and we ate
We shared essence and success
So many nights we stood late
On this bench we rocked
passions
Our tryst was here
We dreamt on each other laps,
visions
Now you are there.
On this bench, here I am
And you, a past
How could I forget you, Maryam?
For this bench will always be to
cast.