Waste all your time
thinking and hoping
for something to wake you up,
open your eyes,
erase all your pain,
and wipe away your tears....
but time stops for no one,
the clock keeps ticking.
Silence traps you
in the dark cold nights
with strands of your thoughts
torturing you.
Stop searching for a reason,
take a leap -
find your peace of mind,
fly away - find answers.
Leave behind the worries and emptiness.
Your soul escapes
wanting release
searching for inspiration,
for lost memories.

Done waiting now.......fly me away from here

" But at my back I always hear...Time's winged chariot hurrying near "     - Andrew Marvell

 

 

 

Miles I’d walk for one promise kept

Hold no grudges, walk with no head bent

Jump through hoops if I knew I’d have no lies

Trust in your words if deceit didn’t pour from your eyes.

Such a fool to believe all I needed was time

But now I know more of what’s mine

One cold day I woke up to see you’re gone

And I’m left once again to mend on my own

I lie awake at night thinking where I went wrong

But it doesn’t take long for me to grow strong

It’s not your fault, you’re all the same

And all you’ve got is my heart to maim.

 

 

 

 

Randa  

Twirling banners dancing in the sunlight

shimmering joyfully across rolling greens

dazzling colours and lights so bright.

Delicious feats of rice and beans

shouts of joy echoing in the morning sky

bare-footed children running wild on grass

choreographed clouds floating up high.

Lost souls engraved in our hearts but alas

the hearts rejoice the rebirth of freedom,

the return of smiles, the air of peace.

with castles of hope and kingdoms of love.

Humanity united at long last

the bloody wars have finally ceased

with lingering shadows of the past

and many loved ones now deceased.

The cloudy clingy net of love hanging

over her head as she lay in tears…

He drove her crazy with his actions

one second it’s more than just friendship

and the next it’s barely ever talking.

And she awaits his next move

like a hungry surfer awaits his big wave.

And like the sea, he’s deceptive

but she trusts that there’s more to him

more to him than meets the eye.

‘Ignore him’, her friends say. ‘It’s all a lie’

but she keeps clinging to her love net

waiting…

 

Randa Al-Kaddah

 

 

 

She folds her sooty hands and lies amidst the grimy rubble

pining in thought, overwhelmed by those that eagerly run on her

in ignorance of how their petty chase kills her more everyday.

But she is not helpless to their persistent damage and attempts to blemish and disfigure her…

This beauty that she is warns them every month or so with a shake

a shake or a blow-up or something to frighten them from within.

And even though it pains her to kill, she feels obliged to pay them back

and illustrate her powers…ones even more prevailing than theirs.

But their belief lies only in their dominating powers and not hers

for a ‘she’ can only be capable of a small something...

But she awaits patiently in hope of their awakening and sits

folding her sooty hands, lying among the grimy rubble

waiting…

 

Randa Al-Kaddah

 

 

Silently brushing his descending tears

putting to rest all his persisting fears

he crept by her bed and softly caressed her soft hands.

She slowly turned her head and looked at his tearful face

and he gazed into her dark, mysterious eyes

lost in their mystery, mesmerized by their beauty.

He held on tight for fear of losing her

but knew he couldn’t make her stay.

“Don’t cry…no more tears:, she softly whispered

and his tears came gushing out, how courageous could she be?

But she smiled her angelic smile

and he smiled faintly for her sake.

Bending down, he kissed her forehead and held on,

she feebly hugged him, her energy fading.

Her breath grew heavier, her hands went limp

the machines were beeping; the doctor rushed in.

He pulled himself away and looked at her body

and saw a lasting smile on her ashen face..

“Mom…I forgot to say I love you….”

 

Reminiscing old times and lasting friendships

hanging in corridors guffawing and shouting

chasing each other with water bottles!

Remember the day we got kicked out of bio class

and couldn't even play some bball?

Boy, we bitched as we sat outside that door

talkin' and talkin' about absolutely nothing!

 

Reminiscing old times and lasting friendships

sitting on a bench beneath the scorching sun

buying lots of food and gulping it down.

Remember the day you were caught 'filing' your nails

and I couldn't stop laughing and imitating you?

Damn, that day we all mocked you

and you hid your face and laughed along!

 

Reminiscing old times and lasting friendships

chasing the P.E teacher for keys to the locker

fighting for the best bouncing ball!

Remember the day we played in the green 'court;

only to look up and see our teachers strain' at us!

I tripped and fell and you pointed and laughed,

boy, did we give them something to look at!

 

Reminiscing old times and lasting friendships

dodging the soaring ball, staring at your nails,

holding your skirt above your ankles, running!

Remember the day we forced you to play?

You whined and whimpered but joined the game

and took the bench 30 minutes later.

We cheered and hollered that we got you to play!

 

Ghada, Marvee, Taqwa, and Kholud,

the times we shared to me are precious

and I remember and treasure them all.

All your quirks and snide remarks

are stored and engraved forever more.

Let's always stay in touch and forever be friends

for our friendship is like a diamond

     always beautiful, always sparkling!

 

 

This poem is out to my 4 amazing high school friends 3 of which are now in a different country and 1...i barely see now! I miss you all and the times we shared together!

 

 

Crashing against the shingled shadowy shore

they troubled the serenity of the starry evening

as the glittering glow of the moon illuminated the waters.

But when they hit the shore, there was no bottled message.

She waited by the shore night after night

her eyes scanning the stretch of dark blue sea

for her bottled message floating on the bobbing waves;

but none came.

 

The waves lashed and the wind whistled and the leaves rustled

but she still came with her dark brown shawl and waited….

 

Gusts of cold wind sliced through her brittle bones

making her quiver and quaver under the luminosity of the moon.

The waves would send splashes of water at her fair face

but no message from a long lost friend of life.

Sweet tears trickled down her rosy cheeks

running down her shaking lips and beautiful hands until

the stars would shine no more and the moon would hide behind a cloud.

But the bottled message never came.

 

The waves lashed and the wind whistled and the leaves rustled

but she still came with her dark brown shawl and waited….

 

A return was pledged and a bobbing bottle with a letter

but the foamy waves carried no boat or bottle, only her endless tears.

Soft golden sand seeped in between her fragile toes

as her brown hair turned grey and her hands wrinkled.

And yet every night she walked with her cane to the stormy sea

to await her promised letter underneath the twinkling sky.

The sea was her unfaithful friend that held her hopes

and all her dreams and fantasies of a sealed letter

but the cruel waves never brought it.

 

The waves lashed and the wind whistled and the leaves rustled

but she still came with her dark brown shawl and waited…

And I cry in the middle of the dark, cold night,

and I pray that I can win this fight.

You never seem to care at all

when I look into your beady eyes.

How can I explain the way you make me feel;

tingling with joy, bursting with love.

Everything about you captivates me,

your smile, your hope, and even your words.

The minute I saw you I surrendered to your tug

pulling me closer, magnetizing me.

And I promise myself to let go

but I see you and forget my promise,

because you draw me nearer, closer and closer

and I can’t resist that tempting tug.

Even in the brightest mornings, I feel my pain

seeping inside, cutting every wound.

Why would you hurt me so?

Why do you treat me so?

I long for an answer to all my questions

to erase the pain and make me smile.

Don’t just keep walking away all the time,

talk to me about how you feel,

make me see your point of view.

 

I guess I ought to say how I feel

but I don’t wish to be turned down,

because if you do turn me down

then I shall never look into your eyes.

And the days that pass make me want you more,

ah, the pains of unrequited love.

I even cheated myself into thinking you cared

tried to imagine the way we spoke,

but then you gave me the cold shoulder

and yet again walked away.

God, if I could unravel your mystery

and see that you’re not worth my tears,

if only I could shut you out and

think no more of what could be;

I would smile, live, and love someone else.

But you’re too harsh to make me let go…

I can’t understand the way you treat me like you don’t care.

I never write love poems but you made me,

and I hate to do it for your sake.

 

 

 

Sometimes I wonder why I let go

of all my defenses and let you in

because your every move makes me smile,

And yet I hate you for conquering me so,

for not giving me the chance to change.

 

Never had I experienced so deep a crush

for I dare not to call it love.

Suppose I did, and you broke my heart,

then I would surely fall and die.

If you can see the power you have over me

then you wouldn’t walk away and leave me here

all on my own, counting my falling tears,

and scrambling for an answer.

So I’ve put my feelings down on paper

and I hope that I’ve rid myself of them,

for I wish not to hold onto you anymore;

I want to let go and start anew.

Walk away, don’t talk to me now,

walk away, don’t bother with me now,

walk away, I don’t need you now.

I’m done with my love poem

and I hope I get done with you.

Forever more I will reside in my broken shell,

knowing that you broke my heart,

that you made me cry….

 

Randa Al- Kaddah

 

 

 

 

 

This poem was written during a boring time of the day at university 2day....i really needed a laugh so I wrote it..it's got nothing behind it...just wanted 2 laugh!

 

Smiling cheekily and asking for her number

she would shake her head and look all somber!

"Please", they would say, "Let's just be friends"

But she would reply " I don't believe in those trends!"

"Then may I have your e-mail please?"

And the poor folks would go on their knees!

And again she would shake her head

and her face would blush and go all red.

Tears would well in their sorrowful eyes

and she would hear their heavy sighs!

But she would walk away in her quest

still searching for the best;

the best, most gullible victim!

 

Randa Hamed Al-Kaddah

 

 

Keep walking, maybe distance makes things clearer.

Don't stop moving, your breath feels nearer

than it ever felt before this miserable day.

"I'll always be here, always watching you", you say.

 

But the distance between us is now a ravine

and everything about you is no longer divine.

Your eyes are now mysterious seas,

your heart and brain locked doors with no keys.

 

The ship we built is broken to bits

and I myself have gone into fits.

Life is phlegmatic and often so ruthless,

it leaves you weeping and ever so hopeless.

 

But this time it left me more hopeful

with a buoyant spirit and a soul so grateful;

For I had the chance to experience life

despite the falls and painful strife.

 

Keep walking, maybe distance makes things clearer.

Don't stop moving, your breath feels nearer….

 

Randa :)

 

 

I'd love to see the deep brown earth

unveil its mysteries and sing of its possessions.

I want to smell the rich smell of the sea

as it unfolds its enigma and hidden obscurities.

I wish I could touch the cumulus clouds

and lie down among the glittering stars.

Sometimes I can hear the flutter of the leaves

and the howls of the wind in the dead of the night,

and I dream of the birds chirruping in their nests….

 

I crave for every moment, every precious second

and hop on at every stop of the train

for it seems to pass too quickly,

the train of life does not make stops often

for life never ceases to exist…

we only cease to live it…

 

Randa Al-Kaddah