Member since April 22, 2012
Member for 13 years
How can I describe this?
Blood's no more running
in my veins,
but ink.
If water stopped to exist,
I won't panic, I have words
to drink.
The crumbs of metaphor
and imagery satisfy
my hunger.
After today I won't rage,
the iambic feet would calm
my anger.
If no more air existed,
I won't care, I shall inhale
my rhymes.
It's Ok if all deserted me
poetry is all I need to fill
my times
Location: Jordan, JOR
I favor the ones who are closer to humanity and
Poets are humanity when the world lose it.
| Created | Updated | Type | Title |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 June, 2024 | poem | .On Critical Moments | |
| 12 June, 2024 | poem | On Life's Boat-Deck | |
| 9 June, 2024 | poem | A Way Out (final re-write) | |
| 10 June, 2024 | poem | Bucket of Dreams | |
| 7 June, 2024 | poem | On The Imagery Land | |
| 7 June, 2024 | poem | A New Day (Rewrite of Scribbler's) | |
| 28 May, 2024 | poem | The Balarina: my favorite Childhood toy | |
| 6 June, 2024 | poem | It's May | |
| 30 May, 2024 | poem | Mum... You and I | |
| 18 May, 2024 | poem | Alfraido, My first Car |