This is a season for peace but
not where the war rages,
not as our country men die,
not as the grill burns human
flesh and the sky rains ash.
My dear friends,
do not tire out as the bombs drop,
As the gangs plunder,
our babies starve,
and friends go missing.
As the water dries out,
as the chasm widens,
when moon shows no light
and the early bird has no song,
keep moving onward.
Categories:
tire out, betrayal, children, conflict, death,
Form: Free verse
He landed in my life when I least expected him.
I knew not how to manage his advances, at that time.
His seductive air and cajoling were so irritating.
I said to myself
“Let it be…he will soon tire out and leave!”
But wrong, I was proved when a year later,
I was hungering for just a call from him.
So drastic was the change in my life,
That I recognized I had made the wrong wish…alas!
One regretful day, I had scoffed him so coldly that
He had said “let it be…” and had left the day after.
I never knew what happened of him.
But I’ve kept waiting and praying that he comes back.
And I wonder if I will ever forget him.
7/08/2017
Categories:
tire out, change, hope, hurt, innocence,
Form: Free verse
I slipped out of gear and dropped my rear end.
I'm lost on this road and I can't find a friend.
The last time I felt this completely alone.
At least someone was there that could say I was known.
Oooh oooh ooh is anyone there.
My problem's beyond a tire out of air.
The monkey is wrenched and the nuts are too tight.
Too long I've been benched and there's no hope in sight.
The faster I walk the farther I get.
Away from my cares and deeper in debt.
To just end up here with no one in sight.
Some where down the line I ran out of fight.
So now I kneel down and pray for relief.
In hope's that my faith is worth my belief.
The line that's been drawn, disappeared in the sand.
As I walk and I wonder awaiting a hand.
Categories:
tire out, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Christmas Morning Snow
Watching the dancing flames in the fireplace grow
Outside the majestic harmony of the cascading snow
As winter wraps earth's canvas in a sparkling white
Nature gifts such beauty for everyone's delight
So nice the warm feeling of the fire's glowing heat
Happily sitting here while warming bare naked feet
Clock strikes midnight the snow is still floating down
Wrapping everything brilliantly white in this sleepy old town
Children wake early to embrace nature's newly given toy
Nature's present, this Christmas day to each little girl and boy
Racing outside laughing, stumbling and falling all about
Playing, snowball fighting in the cold, never seeming to tire out
12-25- 1993
Categories:
tire out, celebration, childhood, family, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Prying with my lonesomeness,
Absolutely lost in the poetic world,
And bemused by mystic imagination,
I had lost my real self!
Someone fascinated called on me,
And I kept pondering for a while,
If it was my name I had all doubts,
Oh Yes ! It was me for sure!
Who am I to you?
Prevails a trust as you say,
Number one to you all the time,
As fresh as dew I would stay!
Who am I to you?
A never die feeling dearest you hold,
Embraced close to your heart,
Addicted to togetherness you will stay !
Don't let me fade as a morning dew,
And tire out with time as they say,
I am no thing that would perish,
Close to your soul i will ever stay !
Transformed from diffident to intrepid,
Headstrong to humble and euphoric,
Witty with humour, Crass to burnish,
That's what I am to you dear !!!
Written by Dr. Upma Sharma
On 25/10/13
Categories:
tire out, emotions, lonely, love,
Form: Rhyme
I may not have a bicycle to ride
But I am still happy to have a leg
I may have lost my respect
But at least I earn money when I beg
I may not have a good house to live in
I may not have enough to eat
But there is enough in the bins
I may not be able to read
But at least I have eyes to see
I may not be able to write
But I have not been made to bleed
I may tire out quite often
But at least I support my family
I may have numerous sleepless nights
But at least after falling I don’t have to kiss people's feet
I may have not earned well
But I have earned enough to breathe
I may have not led that good a life
But at least I have a minute before my leave
Categories:
tire out, grief, leaving, life, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
The Bengal
By: Hobbes
As silence falls upon the grasslands
The bengal stalks his prey
Hidden in his camo where he stands
He never backs away.
He uses the grass and the wind and the trees
To hide his form and scent
And the prey that he now sees,
will not know where he went.
The wind sings songs of hunts from past
as the hunter takes chase
And like a blur he moves so fast
you'd never see his face.
His prey is lost he has no clue
of what is yet too come
And then he jumps his aim so true
and catches his prey dumb.
The brothers roll and tustle strong
Until their mother calls
They fill the air with their playful song
And neither of them falls
Into the water they both dive
Too cool off from the heat
They're so happy to be alive
And bask in natures treat.
The bengal brothers play and play
And never tire out
In the water they love to stay
And love to splash about
They prance about in bliss all day
Until the sun goes down
Then to their mom with no delay
Who greets them with a frown.
Categories:
tire out, animalswater, love, water,
Form: I do not know?
It’s snowing fear and disappointment.
Weak, my blood tries to tremble,
As the blizzards pass me.
I’ve ended the days
When I’d put love on paper,
Drowning my pen
In inky tears.
But I’ve killed it so many times…
It’s snowing fear
And my nights grow colder,
Eerie thoughts about to come,
Covering me in stillness.
I write of love, but do not want to,
With my pen and interred soul.
It’s snowing fear
As I caress this longing,
The pen drives swiftly over my heart.
It writes of us and what we had,
Buried now in bottomless snow.
I write of love, but tire out.
How will I get over this?
I’ll let the snow scatter my soul,
While the pen dies once more…
It’s snowing fear and you’re not here…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Categories:
tire out, lost lovewrite, fear, write,
Form: Free verse