Poems written by kwai chee low

kwai chee low

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.

Only Memories

Only Memories short poem

The wind blows, but I feel not the breeze The moon and stars on parade above Have lost their glow and magic The campfire crackles with its wavering flames But I feel not its warmth Friends singing, a blur of

The Warmest Place

The Warmest Place short poem

The warmest place is where the heart stays Where sweet memories abide This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind And

Sweet Invasion

Sweet Invasion short poem

Quietly, you wandered into my thoughts Your silhouette in repose Like a painting A fishing boat stationary in the sunset Silently, you crept into my dreams Nestled softly in my arms Wisps of your hair Caressing your face in the

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a

Mountain Joy

Mountain Joy short poem

Mountain road a staircase to the sky As the early morning mist tries to fly Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun Amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun Mountain breeze that strangely never tires Whistling nonchalantly through

If Trees Can Talk

If Trees Can Talk short poem

If trees can talk Even a mindless rumble Everyone will gawk But they remain stiff and sombre Supposing they are under a spell Imprisoned in their present demeanour Standing erect and motionless Like the guards at Buckingham Palace When it

Paddy Fields

Paddy Fields short poem

Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see Stretches of green touching the horizon Farmers in straw hats busy as bees And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path Greeting ‘How

Magical Rain

Magical Rain short poem

Rain in cooling swathes of water Drenches the grass a shining wet Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret Sweet respite from endless hot days Without a shadow of a breeze

Waterfall

Waterfall short poem

Standing beneath the waterfall Feelings of childhood joy Free as a bird, a soldier awol Splashing and shouting, a real McCoy As cool water in endless cascades Threw itself over humans and boulders Froth and spray on rocks over decades

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

My mind a blank canvas, numb from endless travels The road ahead a dwindling silver thread Arriving and leaving, my life unravels Through thunderstorms and bright sunshine Across quiet villages and noisy cities My urge to roam away from my

Compassion

Compassion short poem

Compassion, so precious a gift Incomparable to all earthly things So transient and dismally brief Compassion, a myriad of tears Seeing the hungry, desolate and grieving A wish to share their pain and fears Compassion, an opening of the heart

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall over the temple grounds A full moon expressionless without a sound Grudgingly grants its pale luminance Obviously tired of its nightly performance A starry canopy of quietness and tranquility Punctuated by harmonious chanting of such gentility Silhouettes of monks

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

Opposites

Opposites short poem

Rain, wet and unrelenting Sun, so hot and dazzling Dreams of misty, cool rain And rides in an air-conditioned train Skylines of harsh, cold concrete Valleys of lush, green meadows Thunderstorms over a thrashing sea Beaches of soft, golden sand

The E.R.

The E.R. short poem

E.R. where lives are lost and saved Where emotions run from panic to grief And one needs to be brave Life can be tragically brief Blood and antiseptic Doctors and nurses in hurried haste Nothing can be more hectic Than

My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary short poem

Slowly I walked into the coolness of the woods Serene quietness punctuated by the calls of the birds Scampering of squirrels amidst the moving shadows Cast by the leafy canopy of boughs and leaves As clouds play hide and seek

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

Our Dream Place

Our Dream Place short poem

Golden sand, sun-drenched by day Moonlit by night Soft and warm, her cheeks against mine Barefoot we walk, hand in hand A Picasso, our footprints in the sand Disappear with each incoming tide A salty mist from the sea breeze

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Another day till the sunset bids its goodbye Hour on the hour, time ticks by Alone as always since you are gone Wandering in the sweet memories and our song You sang so liltingly, my heart captured in Cupid’s arrow

Dusk

Dusk short poem

Dusk has fallen Quietness tempered by the soft rustling of leaves Whispering and nodding in sweet conversation Helped by the gentle breeze Birds’s lullabies Happy with their young Trees majestic, multiple limbs extended Protectors day and night Far off mountains

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher short poem

Dreamcatcher, give me a dream. Of lavender fields as far as the eyes can see. Cheery Marigolds with Sunflowers by the stream. And meandering brooks murmuring their glee. Dreamcatcher bring her a dream. Of our fun on the swing. And

Cheers For The Rain

Cheers For The Rain short poem

Hooray! Cheers for the falling rain Lifting a veil of haze, even the sight of a distant train A parade of colorful umbrellas bobbing, like music in refrain Their owners gingerly navigating the puddles of rain A cooling mist on