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Sumaiya Hawsdeen Poem
This is the moment;
Those dreams were lost!
These yearning hearts are faraway!
To skip the worries that we chat freely;
But in this hurried world, it's all forgotten.
A photograph,
A faded hue,
A whisper that I sent to you.
The air is cold,
a hollow space,
where echoes of your laughter
Chase The fleeting moments,
lost to time,
A silent,
broken, lonely chime.
I'm sure!
At first sight,
body shivers;
eyes tear up;
soul weeps!
Ohh.... ohh.... Hmm,
I truly miss you, my soul!!
When will faces meet again???
The sun goes down on hurried days,
Lost in a lonely, misty haze.
I search for you in every crowd,
This present grief, a heavy cloak,
From every memory I've evoked.
Copyright © Sumaiya Hawsdeen | Year Posted 2025
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Sumaiya Hawsdeen Poem
The Constant Heart A daughter born,
a fragile bud,
A father's pride,
A mother's flood Of hope
And dreams in tiny hands,
She learned to crawl on sacred lands.
Her value isn't found in gold,
But in the stories to be told—
A tender spirit,
wild and free,
A sapling for the family tree.
The sister bond,
A woven thread,
Through whispered secrets,
words unsaid.
A shared defense against the world,
A banner of a soul unfurled.
Two hearts that know each other's fears,
A steady rock through fleeting years,
A laugh, a fight, a tearful grace,
Finding home in a familiar face.
A girlfriend's touch,
A sudden spark,
Igniting fires in the dark.
A dance of words, a shy embrace,
A nervous tremor in a space
Where two souls find a brand new song,
And feel for the first time they belong.
A fragile promise,
softly made,
In sunlight parks and twilight shade.
The bride in white, a sacred vow,
A new beginning, here and now.
The gentle curve of life she bears,
A swelling love beyond all cares.
Through morning sickness, weary days,
She walks in quiet, hopeful haze,
A vessel strong, a world contained,
For life's first gentle touch is gained.
A mother's love,
a boundless sea,
She gave up "I" for "you" and "we."
Her waking hours, her sleep she lends,
A life that starts,
a journey ends Of self-concern,
replaced by grace,
To give her child a better place.
She is the shield, the guiding light,
A fierce and tender, endless might.
And then a grandma, silver-haired,
A patient love, beyond compared.
The storyteller, wise and slow,
Who watches little futures grow.
She holds the past in knowing eyes,
And sees a future she can't rise To walk herself,
but in her heart,
She plays the most important part.
The Power of Her Journey
Copyright © Sumaiya Hawsdeen | Year Posted 2025
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Sumaiya Hawsdeen Poem
The fight may be a disaster,
The words may be can fly,
May be it can take a long time;
To soft embrace,
To gentle kiss,
To a tied hug to fill the space!
Is there something new??
A quiet strength begins to shine!
No sweet love,
No kind apology,
Just resolution,
wild and strongly free.
She stands alone,
And learns to be a fortress built for only her.
Each scar a lesson,
sharp and deep,
A solemn promise she will keep.
The emotional tides,
She learns to ride,
with no one there to stand beside her.
She is the anchor,
firm and true.
A victory she finds in you.
So let the fight not lead to love,
but to power from above.
A woman strong,a spirit bold,
more precious than a tale of gold
Copyright © Sumaiya Hawsdeen | Year Posted 2025
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