Story Poems

He was the boy next door, Who used to look at you everyday, You didn’t know anything about his feelings, But fell for him each day…! One day you went on to pour out your words, and talked to him

On a bright summer afternoon, Sometime around July I saw something like a cocoon, About to be a butterfly At the break of the night, On the 16th day It took its first flight, Towards the skies far away With

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

A story can tell, what no one else can show A story shares feelings, that stay hidden away. A story can mean, something no one can understand. A story can give, something only you can receive. A story can show,

You know that feeling you get when all has been said; all has been done when you know the good you’ll forget and the fights, the words can’t be undone When that first tentative kiss as tongues crept slowly to

This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You

The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn, I know you have come with the rosy showers, When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk, I know you have come with sweet white flowers, My

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, Belongs with an upper-middle class family. Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. She is assimilating the ideas of Shakespeare, Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron… Fluently speaks

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the

When did we become this? When did it change? When did “I love you” Start feeling so strange? When did “I’m sorry” Just turn into words? When did the feelings Just turn into hurt? How did this happen? I ask

All I ever wanted, was a grand life. All the riches in the world oh what a grand life With many cars and riches, happy I shall be For all I ever wanted was a grand life indeed Not only

Clouds strayed in the sky Like lambs in the pasture; Winds roared at the high Like lions in the leisure; Thunders struck on the roof Like shoots of the troop; Fears brood in the heart Like snakes creep in dark;

Old man loved poems was no secret, that he used to tell everyone in pomp; was what I didn’t know. He was all rhyme and rhythm, a whisper now and a bellow’s hiss, all in one and all too soon.

At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves

Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the

Our final moment draws near As we leave all behind Ending our story For a new beginning Each day spent Was a day wasted Until it comes down To the final sayings The last moment Before we end our journey

Stir me in your suffering And I’ll let go of mine Wear my fleeting verses And your song will be mine Kneel with me Beside this browning leaf Blending veins and sap, all Rising back to where branches Nudge sublime

A love story left untold, it was our story like any other story, you were the prince and I was your crown, waiting to bestowed upon you one day, a crown you admired, wished for, dreamt of, your love was

You might never know me, Or what I intend to be… But everything I have wished for, Is there for you to see… Trying hard to let you know, Of every feeling that went unheard… For just to be with

Natures’ go green with the sunshine Birds disappear in the sky in that blue line Mother earth says about the story of betrayal We all have something but nothing makes it clear A silent world, an empty core burst with

Dedicated to Grace Abu Khalid who made me love Arabic which is my native language Being fifty years old now I met my Arabic teacher somehow I guess it is the will of God Joining with Grace, I am so

You and I were meant to be For days have come and years to see This isle so far I don’t know why For shaking my feet and hand just sigh I know it’s not our final walk Cause being

A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved

Once upon a time I saw a boy For what I should do, I didn’t know He had a face bright as the morning’s sun I could realize it as he was just sitting after me in the same row.

‘Yes I write poems ‘ I said But no one was ready to accept . When I wrote my first poem ‘MY DEATH’ , everyone were shocked . But still my poem rocked . I just needed encouragement , I

A dinner A movie show A trip to the zoo None of these Are as fine as A day spent thinking about you I had a heart and that is true But now it’s gone from me to u When

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

As I lay in my sleepy bed With your poetic words flowing through my head Wooed by a prince I felt a queen As I sank into a sea of dreams And tho’ consummed by a fathomless flood I awoke

But it’s not my fault Cried the mouse in dismay I though I knew where I was But appear to have lost my way Sat at the foot of my bed With his hands under his head He tried through

I once saw a mouse Upon a doll’s house Sniffing and twitching his nose I asked how he was And he looked right across And said, not too bad I suppose I asked, Are you waiting For someone or thing

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a

A harlequin parrot as free as a butterfly Flapp’d her rainbow wings in the azure sky Boasting her grandeur and flamboyance To mates devoid of charm and elegance She settled on the fecund oak tree’s bough Whose bare branches in

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

Our friend Bob The Bun, just loved to have fun and exciting adventures galore, he’d laugh all day and jump and play and roll around on the floor. Its a very rare sight to see a bun take flight but

On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

The day seemed to start in an old fashioned way With arguments, laughter and children at play, The only thing different and wholly unplanned Was the man on the beach who drew dreams in the sand, He looked different some

With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers

My first phone call, your first hello Your first text, the first time we met; My first thoughts and your first words If only for a day, was it supposed to last? A moment’s glance that happened by chance Left

You left my soul bleeding my heart shattered my body aching my brain battered. Just like that no explanation, not a word I never thought you could be so cold. I know it was not always right but I have

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

‘Do have some lemonade, ‘ (aqua tofana*) she’d said, the sweetest of smiles on her face. ‘It’s so hot out there’ – waved her fan in the air – adjusted mantilla of lace. He twirled his moustache (the Chief of

Bring me home and I’ll go right to bed for the little bird heard everything that was said; return to yourself and judge not of what you have read. The dormouse agreed and returned to his shed with which the

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils

The case of the killing of Humpty Dumpty Who caused the death of that silly Numpty? What was he doing up on that high wall? And who or what had made him fall? Scotland Yard and Interpol Were on the

In a far away land, I used to call my own, There lives a King and a Queen whom people never disown. That’s why God give them a gift they call their son, A Prince that grew from a little

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

Delilah: Samson! why do you imprison my love in the Dungeon of mistrust? The hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft feeling of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays. You truly do have the strength of

Raining with unseen apples That the many Eves will feed The many other Adams with… Fertile rain for so many revivals Of wonderful heavens, Haunted, still, by the snake Of the same end… Shut up and listen As apples fall

The girl Was so hurt and confused that she let her Own mistakes become her best friend They would do everything together And never let go of each other Through good and bad they somehow Found themselves at ease with

The crown he wore weighed him down, his uncertain tone wreathed As his face so stoic hid the storm that surged beneath Its not about my faith in you, for I know your morals are true I know you’re as

Both of them are running from Aesop’s days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot them at running track Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback