Expression Poems
Child's Play
by Sharon Morgan
A search was made to find a child
in a world that time had forgotten among the vines of growing.
Where giants roamed, and a king and queen dressed like cards
saw a land through a glass of rose tint.
Like splashes of a rainbow on a virgin canvas.
An imagination once invisible, yet new, began to play.
To find once again that long lost land, where a mind and heart ran free,
Having broken chains to cross new worlds and make insignificance itself
an adventure.
......
Easier Said Than Done
by Nhz Tznh
Why do I close my eyes when the forests are dying, bodies of water losing their natural beauty and turning into nightmares, animals crying for help, people suffering from famine and violence, a community of animosity and selfishness is continuously growing at a fast pace?
Why are my ears covered when thousands of innocent children, begging to be nurtured and fed are being abandoned by their parent(s) just because they are not ready for them, the ironic screams of silence and isolation are too loud and are resulting to some serious physical, mental, and emotional consequences, the world around me is shouting for help and slowly tearing apart?
Why do I constantly confuse the smell of poison in the air that I breathe to the smell of a burnt toast, the hazy smoke that surrounds me to a fog, the warming temperature to summer and fun?
Why can’t I taste the difference between a genetically modified food that I stuff my mouth with and can possibly cause my slow death to a naturally and organically grown produce that can help me become healthier and more productive in life?
Why do I go numb and unresponsive to the touch of the fuming monster called technology that we’ve created and fed so much that instead of it being controlled by us, is already controlling us long before we even realized it?
Empty ink
by Lukman Abdulwasiu
Alone
A lonely heart
Breeds a bottomless soul
Fiery arts voids rhyming scheme
Scribbled with empty ink
What better way to pour out one heart
Than on a non-judgemental blank paper
With an empty ink writing seamlessly without qualms
Transmitting my heart content to a blank paper with listening ears
Yet I remaining covertly unheard and perpetually unseen
......
Love And The Trinkets Of Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Love is not a matter of expression
Nor is it a seduction but a lingering feeling
Love is also not a matter of a dynamic relationship arrangement
Nor is it togetherness in everyday life but a unification of perceptions
Love is not a matter of hope
Nor is it a bond of life's majesty but a promise of equivalence
Love is not a matter of giving or receiving
Nor is it an acclamation in the name of the ties that bind it, but the worth of the
moment and its value it was like Allah Created Muhammad to this World as His
......
Child's Play
by Sharon Morgan
A search was made to find a child
in a world that time had forgotten among the vines of growing.
Where giants roamed, and a king and queen dressed like cards
saw a land through a glass of rose tint.
Like splashes of a rainbow on a virgin canvas.
An imagination once invisible, yet new, began to play.
To find once again that long lost land, where a mind and heart ran free,
Having broken chains to cross new worlds and make insignificance itself
an adventure.
......
Empty ink
by Lukman Abdulwasiu
Alone
A lonely heart
Breeds a bottomless soul
Fiery arts voids rhyming scheme
Scribbled with empty ink
What better way to pour out one heart
Than on a non-judgemental blank paper
With an empty ink writing seamlessly without qualms
Transmitting my heart content to a blank paper with listening ears
Yet I remaining covertly unheard and perpetually unseen
......
Love And The Trinkets Of Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Love is not a matter of expression
Nor is it a seduction but a lingering feeling
Love is also not a matter of a dynamic relationship arrangement
Nor is it togetherness in everyday life but a unification of perceptions
Love is not a matter of hope
Nor is it a bond of life's majesty but a promise of equivalence
Love is not a matter of giving or receiving
Nor is it an acclamation in the name of the ties that bind it, but the worth of the
moment and its value it was like Allah Created Muhammad to this World as His
......
Easier Said Than Done
by Nhz Tznh
Why do I close my eyes when the forests are dying, bodies of water losing their natural beauty and turning into nightmares, animals crying for help, people suffering from famine and violence, a community of animosity and selfishness is continuously growing at a fast pace?
Why are my ears covered when thousands of innocent children, begging to be nurtured and fed are being abandoned by their parent(s) just because they are not ready for them, the ironic screams of silence and isolation are too loud and are resulting to some serious physical, mental, and emotional consequences, the world around me is shouting for help and slowly tearing apart?
Why do I constantly confuse the smell of poison in the air that I breathe to the smell of a burnt toast, the hazy smoke that surrounds me to a fog, the warming temperature to summer and fun?
Why can’t I taste the difference between a genetically modified food that I stuff my mouth with and can possibly cause my slow death to a naturally and organically grown produce that can help me become healthier and more productive in life?
Why do I go numb and unresponsive to the touch of the fuming monster called technology that we’ve created and fed so much that instead of it being controlled by us, is already controlling us long before we even realized it?
