Estrangement Poems

Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs

I reached into the depths of my soul Plucked from the carnage The vestiges of my humanity Around me my brothers like bricks fall Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains Concern me this should Yet all that remains Is

Well something of a Blair Witch documentary The three of us on dark, dark October night We parked our car and took our flashlights Deep into the pitch black woods trying to prove Or disprove the legend of the ghost

Her heart was all putty beating against his Red Blood Love. The coming and going of his visits were only at night His heart really did love her but just could not show it. His emotions had been fractured and

Can’t You Tell? I Love…. I Smile… I Live in his Grace I make mistakes… I right my wrongs… The light inside shines through my face. They are angry with mean words Judging my pain We Flow in and out,

I have found the love of you deep within my past searching for light is only you I see true I have found the love of you so dear and heart to render the glow of the deep sky blu

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice

The decline of the Seventh of May My world was forever changed Oh I will always remember that day The world revolved slowly on an axis until you came Now father time will not delay despite my pleas Please remain,

          Brimming with tears I see him yonder His smile, a magnet that draws and yet his armour that repels against a cruel world. Recall his pain and anger through my tears his fears, maybe sometimes

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

You said I was weak so I was afraid to lift myself up. You said I was ugly so I despised my reflection. You said no one loved me so I hated myself. You said I was only a dreamer

Step aside. The white flowing mane was going to become the adrenaline. Fear of silence was turning into a green wound. The dissenting life-blood has vandalized the moon. There was a provocation from the black stars. The leopard was ready

Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.

I love the way we’re getting close Treating it romantic even though it’s just a joke Thinking how can I end this folk Can I if admiration already goes? The piece of chocolate you’d given me Feeling the fake love

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

What would happen on the day When death tinkers in your life This thought might recoil once It turns a ‘men’ into ‘corpse’ I soliloquy kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears Several examine you by discussing your

Every lesson, whether drama or art There’s always laughter from us that will part Something funny must have been passed around We’ll try to stay quiet, but still make sound The teacher stops, to either smile or frown They look

Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns; exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning, the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking the toes,

School is considered as the second home to which many children for their future come, taking the first step of their life to become a hero in the strife A place which teaches us to dream, A place which reflects

seething yet silent in land of outrage: strictures of life, my eyes will not see the setting sun; this was the blind spot before the battle starts and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun – to speak the version

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet. Is it madness for our children to

The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the

step off the cliff that’s the fool artist’s life- abandon all hope ye who enter here- what? no audacity? the monster gentrification approaches- wild-eyed- sniffing- is it canine- is it feline? step off the cliff simon says take twelve steps-

Like a bottle into a sea I toss thee into the infinite. The never ending roll of waves that make up a brave new brine. Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into a new roil. I toss

This was a raw thing. A paranoid template for AK-47 rifles. The homemade bombs were planted on the roadside. A very explosive blend of a fedayeen. You cannot take it anymore this jihad. In everyday life inside comes out in

Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring

A billion stars in the sky, all waiting to be noticed by someone But to me, you are the only sun Your presence is felt when you walk into the room On a dark night, you are the moon A

Who is he? Who is he? who comes in my dreams, Who wakes me up from my slumber and sleep. Whose face is hardly seen,… But his image is engraved deep within. He has several names and immortal fame, made

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet