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Randa

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i'm quirky, fun, and love to write poetry! I'm blessed with so many gr8 friends and wonderful parents!
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"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars."

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December 04

Time

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
July 01

Forgotten Glow

 

 

 

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.

 

October 25

Thoughts..

Solidified tears shattering the ground
untouched hearts bleeding with expectation
forlorn feelings lost in the silence of the shadows
heaving chests heavy with broken dreams
horizons darkened by the void of lost faith
voices screaming demanding sweet salvation
hands searching, groping for exsistence
love songs once sung now float atop chimney tops
hope bubbles popping in a vaccum of distrust....
 
 
 
August 23

My Wooden Swing

Gently toying with its hanging ropes
the old wooden swing rocked back and forth.
On days it rocked with the mirth of youth
but now it rocks with...the sting of memories...
          The worn-out ropes once held my tears
          once violently shook with my laughter
          Neither rain nor sun could keep me away
          from jumping atop my wooden swing.
 
It was mine, my solace, my wooden swing.
 
But now i'm older, and it stands alone
melancholy draping over its ropes
as it swings....
      swings with the wind...
 
 
Randa  
May 01

Rays of Hope!

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.

March 11

Wanting Out

Intolerable excruciating waves rushing through
stabbing him endlessly, cutting deeper and deeper
as blood gushed out, tears rushing down his face,
his hands clutching the slippery door knob
but his fingers kept falling as his heart kept sinking...
his wounds seeping inwards, killing him.
There was no way out: misery enveloping his world
falling to bits, crashing from undeniable heights
seeking the sanctuary of his peaceful haven,
picturing it clothed in greenery, draped in perfection.
He sought departure with all his might but his hand...
his hand kept failing him...
the door knob kept slipping...
February 25

Peace @ Last...

 

Green grass covering wide tranquil pastures

while blue skies towered above penetrated by golden rays

that seeped in between fluffy clouds colouring the twinkling blue skies.

They glistened on the surface of the flowing stream

while yellow daffodils bloomed on either side

glimmering beneath the shimmering golden rays.

Birds whistled gleeful songs in the bright morning

chirruping on tall trees with green green rustling leaves.

 

Nature is my best friend it’s true,

it touches my heart,

it enriches my soul.

Nature is my best friend, it’s true…

 

I know my poems have fallen short of the standards you have all set for me, but i seem to have lost my touch in these past few weeks... i promise i'll be back soon... :)

 
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