ninotaziz's Blog, page 4

Homecoming

   I walk to the corner, round the bendTrees seem taller, birds sing a different tune I hop from island to peninsularThe very air seems different, even the moon I move across three continentsAcross oceans and rivers and dunes I return, years after prolonged absenceI recognise nothing, but the tunes And all at once, the years disappear.I am home. by ninotaziz _____________________________________ for dversepoets

Perfection

Centuries have passed byAnd still,she commands attention.
Shines in a room of strangerswho all claim to know her
Heads turnat  her lovely silhouettemysterious
Doomed.
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A cocoon of deception

Waiting turns to pain in autumn

Waiting turns to pain in autumn

Time abandons love from my arms

Time abandons love from my arms

From my arms, love abandons me

Autumn brings pain, with endless waiting

The walks in the park of evergreens

The walks in the park of evergreens

Lies to me - our love will survive all

Lies to me - our love will survive all

Our love survives the evergreens

But you lied to me as we walked

I suffered a year while in bliss

I suffered a year while in bliss

Your deception cloaked me in a cocoon

Your deception cloaked me in a cocoon 

The cocoon held me in bliss

Your deception was my undoing

From my arms, love abandons me

Autumn brings pain, with endless waitingOur love survives the evergreens

But you lied to me as we walked

The cocoon you wove held me in bliss

Your kind deception was my undoing

                   

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Words

 Words whisperCaressTaunt MonopoliseAngerHurt TantaliseInspire Heal MisrepresentSuppressLie

Words can never be as powerful as emotion.
And yet emotions need a name to unleash their  power. ________________________________________________  Brian, I tried. For dversepoets

The waiting

The afternoon sun
Warms up my fingersLike little kisses planted
On beach pebbles
Memories of waves
Throughout the night
Never really fade

Now, the morning chillIs completely replacedBy tingling anticipation,
Unbearable.
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Inspired by Tess Kincaid, over at Magpie Tales

The colours of this emotion

Red.
Light flickersA long sigh escapesThe modern city never sleepsBusy overkill

Blue.
Skies overheadLazy clouds swirlEndless empty thoughts Drudgery kills

Green.
Waves arrive Never ceasing its rhythmThe seagulls cryMy fate sealed.


by ninotaziz

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Claudia of dversepoets has asked us to talk about an emotion. Can you read between the lines?
More poems on emotions here

Human Nature

 Seasons turn crimson Skies smell of rust, yetThe moon ignites passion.
Still.
by ninotaziz
For Magpietales. All rights reserved

Lost

We are caughtIn turmoil, and continue to seekFor answers, that will surelyOne way or the otherDevastate us.
It is time for prayers#MH370
by ninotaziz______________________________

Malaysia is at the centre of an international hunt for the missing Boeing 777. There are more questions, that lead to even more speculations. We seek for closure and God's guidance in this difficult time.

The Lighthouse

“There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are the nights the light is needed most.”
― M. L. Stedman - The Light Between Oceans

Poetry escapes meAnd my world is a desertI long for the island,
where it rains words and flights of fancy
by ninotaziz
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The painting is a gift , a work of art by dear Sir Hanks who writes ferociously. Today, like the lighthouse within its stern and stark frame, it stared at me accusingly. "Write Ninot, write whatever comes to mind." But my mind is a desert that refuses to obey my ever eager fingers, my exhausted poet self. I am chasing dreams, and spinning stories. Instead, I found the words of M L Stedman, which does the painting justice.
 I am lost in the real world. And my true Eden lies in wait.