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Best Poems Written by Nur Aifiah Binti Ibrahim

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I Am The Centre Of The Universe

I give myself a staunch,
I even have my lunch,
I don't give a hunch,
But I give myself a munch,
I don't want to throw myself a punch,
I didn't resemble as such,
I didn't pronounce that much,
I give away to luck,
I found myself a prick,
I don't get myself sick,
I didn't know there was such a prank,
I want to be frank,
I didn't want my heart to sink,
But give me a lamb shank,
For inhaling oxygen in the tank.

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My Point of View

Onigiri is another level,
I don't know a place called Seattle,
I took a ladle,
Put it on a table,
I don't know where I'm going at,
I took a sat,
I see myself as a lad,
I don't want to be sad,
I took a notepad,
From the wad,
I stare at the ceiling,
As if I'm on a sailing,
I am not wailing,
But I am piling,
All the reasons I left behind,
For now, I am not resigning,
From what I am trying to define,
The meaning of refine,
I remind myself the since,
I don't take a Hinch,
Even a sinch,
Over something that is so clingy,
To hold onto a blingy,
My burger is zingy,
With a taste I hold onto,
With a pinch of cilantro,
It is my intro,
I keep on going,
For what I am doing,
I love myself in this song,
Is this what I am looking for?
Until my hands are sore,
To the day, I want to do the chores,
Look, it is my other course,
I try to find the source,
Here is my sauce.

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The Art of Thinking in Colours

I feel like I can go now,
I don't know that somehow,
It is just for the show,
The boat starts to row,
I began to go with the flow,
No matter if the tide is low,
It is what I reap and sow.

It is a sense of fashion,
It is still my passion,
There is nothing to mention,
I put on a lotion,
It is not a love potion,
I set myself into motion.

Torned pages turned into a papyrus tree,
Exciting fireworks set into a glee,
The spotlight hit the same place,
To save some private space,
What is it all about just to set me free?

The hind of salt and pepper,
The seasoning is proper,
I know it is a show-stopper,
I don't need a kitchen helper,
To set my meal on the table. 

Let it be sunny,
Look, there is the bunny,
A pot of honey,
Pour into the glistening of willing,
I saw myself being silly.

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I Don't Know When To Stay Up

There is a hut,
I'm riding on a rut,
I hope it does not rust,
I don't need to be hasty,
Where things can in a hurry,
I am a bit blurry,
I made it on the top of a cherry,
You don't need to feel sorry,
I saw something shiny,
Soon, it will be rainy,
I hope it is sunny,
Until the water stream is runny,
I am not a phony,
I am very keen,
It is enough for me to be lean,
Keep me in the lane,
I carry myself a cane,
To show what it meant,
I'm trying to be sane,
I'm sitting on a pane,
I know it is such a shame,
Look what had come,
It is not Rome,
I know it is the same,
It is my other jam.

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My Time Is Now

The starry night,
Put me on a Trailblazer,
Walking through a crowd,
Without making a scene,
Of all the people I have seen,
Is there a place where I have been,
To a corridor where I have been there since,
I give myself a triumphant glimpse,
Until the eclipse,
Overshadowed by the blink,
It is not what it seems,
I did not play a game,
For bringing myself to blame,
I am riding a flume,
I didn't see myself as playing the flute,
It is not my haute but my forte,
To be me in my shoes,
The right size is not mine,
For someone so kind,
I didn't mind,
To give up my thrown,
To others who are someone,
That I admired.

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The True Beauty

Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is in the settlement,
For a more like cathedral,
Someone who is so dearly yet a rival,
But that's not how I see myself in a reveal,
For something so civil,
Just let my drink chill,
I know how it feels,
My movie is in the reel,
Cameras action rolling,
The eggs are boiling,
I am in healing,
I am picking,
Something that is sinking,
My sleep is lulling,
I make myself cuddle,
I am setting a pudding,
No one is judging,
For what I am wearing,
For the fish that I am searing,
Let myself go on styling,
I didn't know that he was staring,
I keep myself remembering,
I didn't know I was the one who keeps on forgetting,
The moment that I am thriving.

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Of A Pen And A Book

Book by book,
I see the hook,
How about we have a look,
Don't make me choke,
I am with a bottle of Coke,
I hear a creek,
I am not a Greek,
The shrubs are on a bleak,
Glistened by the sleek,
I soften my cheek,
Keep me in check,
For the high-tech,
I smell a stench,
Without a blench,
I learned in French,
I did not sench,
Into a trench,
I'm blanch,
I went on blank,
I did not want to stay submerged,
I on a search,
For a lurch,
That I could not wait for my lunch,
I sat on a hunch,
I go for a punch,
Wait, it is the launch,
I would not move an inch,
That starts with an itch,
I did not put a salt on my stitch,
To worsen the condition of a hitch,
I run away with a glitch,
I am out of reach,
For more research,
Of what I found and searched.

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A Stylish Glam for A Jam

A silver platter,
It is my sudden clutter,
To spread my bread with butter,
I even use the cutter,
By posting a letter,
I find something better,
I would set my dessert later,
I don't let it into a gutter,
I am not  a chatter,
I am like a trader,
I am not a sitter,
I'm in a jitter,
For a more beautiful flower,
Not something as sour,
Turn into an hour,
I am on the floor,
I'm trying to open the door,
I'm running away from a lair,
That does not want to be fair,
I could not even could not stand the stairs,
I will arrange the chairs,
I fashioned myself with Marie Claire,
I put on a gear,
Do not put me in tears,
Celebrate me with all the cheers,
For that, I salute those in Sears,
As I am the voice,
Uphold by the glitz, 
Of hit and glam,
I put the media on the slam,
To remember my jam.

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The Rind of What I Pluck

I woke up from my slumber,
I even wear a cucumber,
I heard a timber,
What is simmer,
I don't have a glitter,
I know how to make it better,
With enough of sluther,
I am not a chatter,
My mind is not cluttered,
I admired a butler,
I am not honoured to be sudder,
A sudden beat to my heart,
I want to make it last,
A friend by the hand,
I know there is a land,
For me to spend,
I don't know what to lend,
I need to mend,
Is there a way to be kind,
I need to grind,
The local produce into a hind,
In my mind,
There is a line,
Which makes me a shine,
I do have to rhyme,
For that, I put on a thyme,
I could make it on time,
By then, it will be mine.

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The mood of Judgement

I am here to invest,
I am not worried about the rest,
I know it is a test,
It is not a jest,
It is also not a game of chess,
I don't know if it is everlast,
It is also a game of trust,
I don't know when it will burst,
As if it is a must,
I know it was a blast,
If I can only form a fleet,
Then, where is my seat,
Is that how you treat,
Burning enough sweat,
I did not wander around the street,
For another retreat.