when we hold each other tight.
Words of love
that bind us together
each and every night.
Words of love
that will live with us
throughout our growing years.
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With every dream we have,
In this world, there is no space.There is no place,for things Impossible to achieve,and we forget them as time goes on,along with our missed chances.We do what we can;with whatever skills we’ve got,hoping it is enough,to see us through.Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.It is something we will never know.
There are many funny things
when they are desperate,and go into the loo.My boss the other daytook some long handled grabbers in with her.I am assuming she took them with herto help pull up her knickers.I once found a five hundred-page novelever so well read.I’m thinking the person who left it theremust have brought his bed.He would have needed itwith…
When we are young,
and when we are old,we want to be a child again.For some of us a hobbygives us the best of both worlds.We can act like childrenwhenever we want towithout the present realityever intruding in on us.So if you want to be young againget a hobby where you can live like Peter Panand never grow up.29…
It was Christmas Eve
he flew, popping down chimneys here and theredelivering presents and good cheer.Awakening the dreams of better daysas he and his reindeers and sledsped on their way.He came to a chimneywhose opening was small.As he tried to get down old Santa got stuck.He wriggled and struggled,but to no avail.He was firmly stuckin a chimney on Christmas…
Where have they gone,
Where have they gone,the happy times I used to know?Like the setting sunwhich calls to close the day.They have to each direction,gone, gone far away30 April 1982
Once the blindfold is lifted,
There are no crimson castlesguarded by George’s dragonsor other creatures of our myths.Just ordinary people doing ordinary things.There are no doorways that when you open themyou dropp into imaginary pits of insanity.There is however minds filled with sicknessand demented thoughtsthat fire them to do monstrous things.When the blindfold is lifted,we see things for what they…
Come here
Be my friends
Over there
We’ll build some cottages,
We’ll live well
Will follow us our people.
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I am alone
Alligators are in waterThe air above is full of fire,I am not cowardLooking for a wayTo show them the differenceBetween powerful and powerless,I know it is difficultAs hyenas, alligators are beastsTo make them civilizedI have to be strategic and to wait.
Coronavirus Concerned – 5
Coronavirus!No rush;Stay at own house,Keep distanceAs for instance.
Creating this great universe seen
That in it my sense looks for Him.
I don’t know the way
On the right way,I have no roomLet me be roomedIn the right room.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/19/2017
Truth is truth
No classification‘Is to do rightIn every stage of life, ‘Problem isMany do not knowAbout right and wrongSo truth isUnknown to them.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/13/2017
Necessary beings and things are in the nature found
Other elements in the vast phases of sky all aroundWith powerful elements pervading the earth the windHave been blessed with a mindTo be kindTo mankind;But, to all those blessings mankind have turned unkindIn abusing, polluting, destroying andThe dangerous effects everywhere they find.
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Words of peace
Words of muse
Words of beauty
Words of purity
Words of success
Words of solace
Words of belief
Words of relief
Words of solemn
Words of freedom
Words of console
Words of very soul
Words of God
Words of right path
One word more
One word more.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/03/2017
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Woods,
BeastsKenThe preys’ presentPreys, keep in minds.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
RARe Stanza – Lean Mind
Par!Far,InLeanMind! They sufferedBoth here and there.
The First Revenge Of Satan
They were kept in the heavenWith all they did need,But, it was SatanDid not like that;As, for them he lost allAnd they were given all,So he set himself against themTo activate his second crime;From heaven got them outHe urgently tried to plot,He persuaded Eve firstAllah’s order to violate;Then Adam might beWhat cunningly thought he,Finally he…
Yours own hands once loved me
Fed meTook me walking to ever green pathIn life I found a great rath;Why are those now keeping me far?Torturing me moreThrowing me to your hands made fire,I don’t know where to goLeaving my homeland printed my toe;I am afraid of those hands will kill meWill cut meWill tear meIn your hands made artificial hellBeside…
High wall made of sand and stone
Barbed wire high fenceNot by the farm and garden,Iron high rods surroundedNot the cage of ferocious animals,Here and there high walls standNot natural bordersWhere is no a point-gapHow I will cross to go to the other side!My only kin lives over thereTo whom I have much bargainings for many daysI have only taken in danger…
Whole
AllStriveTo earn means; whatThey do for soul!AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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Emotions, uncontrolled,
Lets ask not why,
Our lives begin,
When Love of us, takes hold.
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Art needs no words,
It speaks,As minds and hearts it sways,To it’s own mysterious place,With its own perpetual music,Full of beauty, full of grace.
You can’t teach inspiration,
There are certain Mysteries,Whose secrets, no one knows.
There are Umm poems,
That are always delicious,Worth the read and worth the write.
Never saw so gray a day,
Bitter sad and tearful too,Trembling cold, I cry for you.Gray’s the color of love lost,Gray a feeling of lost wayGray a coldness, Love, distressedGray destroying, all the rest.Pressed against a grayish mood,When life overturns, it’s rude,This gray feeling, chokes you more,As never was felt before.When Love’s gone,Gray skies do hurtAs within a tearful fog,Only gray,Lives…
As if they were our children,
And when they go,No place to go,To recuperate,Such Love.
The voice that speaks,
The voice that says so many things,The voice that rings,Deep in your heart,And with each sound,Gives you a ‘start’,The voice that’s only Poetry,When it says softly,‘I love thee’,The Voice, The Voice,How can it be?That Voice is what,Gives life to me.
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Emotions, uncontrolled,
Lets ask not why,
Our lives begin,
When Love of us, takes hold.
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Nothing sooths like poetry,
It falls upon the lonelyAnd those of spirit freeIt takes you out of timeAnd away from tragedies,Oh Poetry, my loveHow many timesHave you saved me!
Most Poets don’t need Shrinks,
That aid in writing, things,That help them go ahead,If not, too muchPoetic nonsense, said.
We must move in our minds
Never close the gold minesOf Reason,The exterior World,Is a picture that’s blurred,Where Good is mistakenFor Treason.
Oh, Mother Poetry
For written artsAnd loving hearts,We are all,So sentimentally attachedGrateful, for your favors,For allowing us to savorLove and Life’s sweet feelings,As we try to irradiateThe universal LoveThat you have taught usThru Poetry’s dilated light,Reaching always for the starsIn life’s bitter-sweet nightWhere all hearts thru youCan attain, new human heights.
Can you fall in love with Words?
Seems absurd? Don’t laugh, it’s possible,Poetry makes possible, the impossible!
Some Poems,
And sing the freedomsOf Sea and Soul,Some poemsNot all,Are written feelings,That can pierceRight thru the soul,Yes, written Feelings,And you have but to surrender,To the incredible Magic of it all.Poetry is so Unique,With emotional devotionThe poet speaks, from the heartThere is no other wayFor Poetry transmitsNot only wordsBut also feelings that can speakInvisibly, harmoniouslyTo all othersDirectly…