STAIN...
stained with pain I did not bargain
My heart is strained my hands are tied
And my smile well forgotten
I have lost the charisma of my smile
The beauty of my happiness
I can't help but ask why pain
Drowning in an amazing confusion I ask again
What fault had I
I have lost my sleep and regret my dreams
Already been sad I have this to add
A tear so honest
Creating a flawless sea
I cried a thousand fold to console my stars
Tears I have as cold as fire
But in my fate are screaming stars
Spare me this pain
I ask again
Oh skies above what is my cure
Is it the patience of the moon
Or the calmness of the sun
Is it the purity of roses
Or the love of doves
What is my cure
Pleasure of my sadness is immeasurable
All I wish, a crown of happiness
Is that too much to ask...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
Poetry Talent - She is Zarah - Fatima Sumda
She is Zarah who leaves in the fragrance of flowers
And feed on the purity of doves
She prays in the flote of calmness
And hide in the shades of mountains
Indeed she is Zarah
With a pain of roses
With a smile as devouring as sunset
She sees as far as seas
With a sight as pleasing as snow
She wears a gown of oceans
That flows as far as fury
She is mystical, just like magic
She's found in the garden of moonlight
Kind as warmth
Sincere as sight
She's the girl with eyes of ice
She sights beyond the sea
Her personality, full of majesty
Her entirety, out of reality
Her humble soul, noble as chastity
She is Zarah
Queen of tranquility...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
And feed on the purity of doves
She prays in the flote of calmness
And hide in the shades of mountains
Indeed she is Zarah
With a pain of roses
With a smile as devouring as sunset
She sees as far as seas
With a sight as pleasing as snow
She wears a gown of oceans
That flows as far as fury
She is mystical, just like magic
She's found in the garden of moonlight
Kind as warmth
Sincere as sight
She's the girl with eyes of ice
She sights beyond the sea
Her personality, full of majesty
Her entirety, out of reality
Her humble soul, noble as chastity
She is Zarah
Queen of tranquility...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - RAIN - FATIMA SUMDA
Rain..
Rain as ordained as destiny
we cannot deny
It comes to calm a storm
And wash away scars of disdain
Just as destiny we cannot deny
We feign pain of splashing waters
But gain blessings of rippling streams
We deny that which flow in our veins
Drop by drop the rain song plays
With a tune unexplained
Sizzle sizzle a drizzling rope
Echoes of thunder
Adornment of lightening
Alas sunshine
We denied at first
We dance the peacock saga
In a sunshine of a monkey's wedding
Indeed a blessing offered in a clover of love
Devouring the darkness, relieving the sadness
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Rain as ordained as destiny
we cannot deny
It comes to calm a storm
And wash away scars of disdain
Just as destiny we cannot deny
We feign pain of splashing waters
But gain blessings of rippling streams
We deny that which flow in our veins
Drop by drop the rain song plays
With a tune unexplained
Sizzle sizzle a drizzling rope
Echoes of thunder
Adornment of lightening
Alas sunshine
We denied at first
We dance the peacock saga
In a sunshine of a monkey's wedding
Indeed a blessing offered in a clover of love
Devouring the darkness, relieving the sadness
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - Trade of betrayal... - Fatima Sumda
Trade of betrayal...
I fear love
A trade of betrayal
Having pain as payment
And tears as tokens...
Am not sad I lie once more
I feel just a little sad
I conceal again
I am hurt but it doesn't matter
My desires I refute my wants I refuse
My heart was slayed
In the trade of betrayal
Accept my flaws as though they are flowers
True beauty is full of flaws
Even the darkest night has stars
And the stars are it flaws...
My heart isn't flawless
It has scars
I fear love
A trade of betrayal
Having pain as payment
And tears as tokens...
Am not sad I lie once more
I feel just a little sad
I conceal again
I am hurt but it doesn't matter
My desires I refute my wants I refuse
My heart was slayed
In the trade of betrayal
Accept my flaws as though they are flowers
True beauty is full of flaws
Even the darkest night has stars
And the stars are it flaws...
My heart isn't flawless
It has scars
GENIUS WRITING - POETRY - FATIMA SUMDA
Poetry
I write instead of soliloquy
A colony of words with melody
I use the theory of poetry
A story of ivory in memory
I see the analogy of words with treasury
Is it poetry or jewelry
Enlightened by the delight of comedy
With bonanza of stanzas
That rhymes with time
Green rhymes seen
Verses of esteem
Not out of theme
Smile for a while
Rhymes a sea mile
It's poetry not soliloquy
Where stories of stanzas are told...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
I write instead of soliloquy
A colony of words with melody
I use the theory of poetry
A story of ivory in memory
I see the analogy of words with treasury
Is it poetry or jewelry
Enlightened by the delight of comedy
With bonanza of stanzas
That rhymes with time
Green rhymes seen
Verses of esteem
Not out of theme
Smile for a while
Rhymes a sea mile
It's poetry not soliloquy
Where stories of stanzas are told...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Poetry Talent - Smiling with tears - Fatima Sumda
Smiling with tears
smiling with tears
with words lonely in my mind
words kept unspoken
like an unseen rainbow
lurking in the clouds
is this loneliness or silence
is this joy or sadness
I smiled with tears
With no self pity
And every second so cruel
Indeed it's a smile that deceives
Hiding my want
Concealing my pain
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
smiling with tears
with words lonely in my mind
words kept unspoken
like an unseen rainbow
lurking in the clouds
is this loneliness or silence
is this joy or sadness
I smiled with tears
With no self pity
And every second so cruel
Indeed it's a smile that deceives
Hiding my want
Concealing my pain
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Poetry Talent - An Incomplete Story... - Fatima Sumda
An Incomplete Story...
The heart is so delicate like flowers plucked from their branches
it pays a price for our happiness and sorrows
it waits for love like an incomplete story
while waiting it beautiful flowers withers
not like leaves from a tree but like snow from the sky
indeed the heart does cry not with a tear
but with tune of music in an untold story.
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinker...
The heart is so delicate like flowers plucked from their branches
it pays a price for our happiness and sorrows
it waits for love like an incomplete story
while waiting it beautiful flowers withers
not like leaves from a tree but like snow from the sky
indeed the heart does cry not with a tear
but with tune of music in an untold story.
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinker...
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