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Best Poems Written by Ayesha Iqbal

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Winter Sonata

Oh, my wondrous winter rose!
I live to see you bloom in all your charming chilling grace.
Awaiting your pearly presence to embellish my arctic stance stilled in mystic motion,
where my frosted saccharine soul craves only your ethereal embrace to cast a spell of life.
Although distance divulges myriad of yearnings in vacant vermillion veins,
yet I am willing to weave scintillating seconds in a rosary of tears upon my eyelashes,
till I see you glistening at the edge of every silver splashed storm.
I long to press velvety warmth to your glacial glazed petals with my devoted touch,
as I know how I can comfort pink pastels present somewhere deep in your snow-kissed soul.
Lost and found in each other's gaze, 
you and I would tango upon twilight tinted tundras for winters to come.
I dream of us together wrapped under the blanket of icy indigo nights,
where our jasmine scented saga would hymn in our rhyming dewy breaths pouring in majestic monophony.

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I Have A Voice


Behind these clenched jaws
and dagger-in-the-heart smiles
I have a voice

Behind the silent soft eyes
and lingering sadness in my being
I have a voice

Behind my pen that scribbles poems
for hearts in love or drowning in devastating doom
I have a voice

Behind the tints of pain in my ink
I feel for far and near
I have a voice

Behind all my words
said and unsaid, written and unwritten
I have a voice

Behind all that I seem
every judgement you make to break
I have a voice

If you knew, what I believe
you would know, I have a voice
Only if you opted to really listen

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Eternally Euphonious

Wrote this one using some of my own prompts and prompts by my fellow poets...


If love were a thorn-less rose,
I would have gifted you
a thousand springs full of them,
as I look for ways,
to show you how your scars make me feel now,
when you ask me,
will you take care of my tired soul?
I wish to turn back time,
and remove all those thistles, and thorns,
from your pierced heart that craved
mere harmony.
I laid my soul bare to you,
for there can be no secrets 
that hungry half-moon would hide
from brimming night.
It all started with a poem,
when my heart gave way for that last first
madness in the air,
a silent surrender of bitter sweet agony.
I wondered how words coming from a distant 
origin of ache
can feel like my own crooked creation.
These vivid fantasies of you, and me
are more than mere maddening illusions,
and I am a moth ready to burn,
for my muse is you -
making stars seep in my veins
soothing them deeply.
I dream to repaint our melancholic skies anew,
with lasting imprints of immaculate ink,
because my restless breaths
found peace in you,
like a nearly dying fish find water again.
I am a mess,
but it didn't make you love me less,
maybe when empty hearts collide,
sweet symphony, and melancholic melody
can rhyme well too,
like a familiar song from the beginning of times,
hoping they may continue to echo --
in ethereally euphonious tunes.

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My Heartbeats Miss Yours

My heartbeats miss yours
in between their pauses,
as if waiting for a perfect cadence
that only you and me can create.
The purest of eyes that you have,
make me want to kiss away your tears
every time they fall,
and when sorrows linger in your smiles,
I yearn to dip them in shades of pink
and ethereal ecstasy.
I believe now,
your fingers interlaced with mine would fill
all the empty spaces in me completely.
Your arms wrapped around me
like bougainvillea vines 
would bring me my sweetest of bloom.
Your warm whispers brushing my hair
can hush all the lullabies
for all of the cold nights to come.
Like flowers forgotten in between pages of old books,
I am sure you will make my soul fragrant
as you, my sweet beloved.
The power you possess over my heart
leaves my senses senseless,
there is no other soul
who could touch this colorless canvas,
and make a masterpiece like you did.

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If My Heart Were A Rose Garden

If my heart were a rose garden
I would pick one satin rose
everyday,
for my ravishing ruby beloved,
whose heart beats in delicate violets,
whose gaze sings me lavender lullabies,
whose touch I crave like 
someone dying in Sahara,
whose face I miss the most,
on days twisting and turning
as a meandering melancholic river,
and on numb nights,
I am left empty
as a poignant porcelain vase.
Oh my vanilla scented beauty,
come make me beam
under your gasping glory,
awaiting you to wrap
these parched heartbeats
in your shimmering shadows.
Oh my sepia smudged sweetness,
spaces within my dotted scribbles
crave your presence,
come be my destiny
in epilogue of eternity,
where you and I,
will be a story spun in splendour --
flowing freely
in cocooned calligraphic elegance.

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Flicker of Love


I want to get lost with you
in a valley of singing sunflowers,
where I wish they bloom
as your luminous laughter in immortal hues.
My butterfly heart wants to flutter
chasing you across cashmere cascades,
as this aching to melt into each other
courses free as mercury in me.
I want you to tease me with bittersweet nothings,
while your silken voice allures me to peace.
Will you keep this flicker of love alive
inside of my heart till the day we die,
yet this passion pouring sweetness
remains like day one until we rise again to meet.
I want to paint our soulful saga
with heavenly grace upon gleaming gates of eternity.
You, me, and ensemble of our eternal love.
I want to miss heart beats with you - 
always and forever,
you are the reason of my life and existence.

~Ayesh


A poem inspired by the Statue of Ali and Nino (Statue of Love) : A sculpture by Tamara Kvesitadze located in Batumi, Georgia.

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Desperate Hope

For the contest "This or That" set by Edward Ibeh



These charming chimes of chaste memoirs
of "us" tinkle,
making me recall the moment
your river of periwinkle passion permeated
through arterial arrays of my outcast heart.
It had been stuck in slumbering cobwebs
of dreamless decades of desperate hope,
and now I am awakened anew as azure sky,
at dazzles dawning through healing touch
of your winter sun soul.
How effortlessly you tamed the demons
of my maddening madness with your silver lining love.
Your coffee colored eyes poured me,
the deep intense affection just rightly as I craved,
while these intoxicated heartbeats
hum your name in intricate nightingale refrains.
Do you know how my wisping veins
are orbiting now in paths unknown
carved upon lines of your warm hands,
and my artless lips yearn to memorize
their soft lavender touch.
I wish to ask you -
what took you so long my bemused beloved?
I have been waiting for you
to cease the thunders and come up my way.
Since you came my world has changed its axis,
I can just live by the lustrous light
your pearlescent presence has reflected in me,
inhaling and exhaling to see you breathe life
more and more each day within me.

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Regal Revival

auburn, golden crunching leaves - orchestra ears adore much
cinnamon fine breeze sweeping away dullness - beginnings await eagerly
hearts desiring to breathe afresh - rustle, roll, regal, revival

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Beautiful End

You are the dream,
I dared to see,
albeit knowing my somber eyes
might be daydreaming for a while.

You are the song,
I dared to sing,
hoping the world won't comprehend
your imperfect lyrics the way I did.

You, calm as evening breeze,
I let you touch my soul,
when mundane days of life
made me look for left pieces of peace,

You, my broken beloved,
I let my heart witness you like a miracle,
without thinking how beyond repair
you might leave me.

You are that incomplete poem,
I happened to scribble effortlessly,
hiding my silent sighs of chaotic longing
behind pale poetic verses.

You are my north star so far away,
I wish to wish upon,
that someday you'll be the beautiful end
to my ceaseless waiting.

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Million Everests

 If love is a gamble,
I wouldn't shy away to risk shedding
yellowing pages of my soul,
to grow souvenir sunflowers in your yearning soul.
As I can't stop these free falling heartbeats now,
and if I am meant to fall,
I wouldn't deny any push from million Everests --
everytime, gladly for you.
Ayesh