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Soha Mirza Poem
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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Soha Mirza Poem
“Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent
What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces
which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight
Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light
For not once she palettes a stage of fright
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips
The curtains of the heavens began to lift
for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids
Rosalie, oh, Rosalie!
She enriches one’s future,
She diminishes their past,
She lives her present; from beginning to last
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Her spikes are what prick one’s heart
So emancipating apart
Which devotion comparts
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's delusions?
Or is it just component of revolution;
So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith
Or might it be something to only recall my presence late?
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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Soha Mirza Poem
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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Soha Mirza Poem
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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Soha Mirza Poem
“The moon’s vision of humanity
Was something that it once desired
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back
Clish, clash, it wavered
It’s fluorescence gestured odiously
Enraging it’s radiance with envy
Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention
It never had a society that walked on its ground
A place, that humans recall home
stomp, clasp, It thought
Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves
Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight
The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects
Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy
It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth
“The grass always seems greener on the other side”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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Soha Mirza Poem
“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose
her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus
It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose
She was the luminescence of my interceptions
As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions
Enriching up my conceptions,
Yet is that all that she makes me please?
A glorious image in repeat?
Something that seems to discreet
Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance
Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions
But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions
A fire that burns in her right
However, dissolves in my sight”
Copyright © Soha Mirza | Year Posted 2023
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