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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
The Haunted Night
The storm came out of nowhere. What had been a calm evening turned into a chaotic downpour, forcing Rajib to pull over his motorbike. The rain blurred the winding road, and the distant flicker of a village light was his only hope. Soaked and shivering, he pushed his bike through the muddy path toward the settlement.
By Israt Jahan Anika2 years ago in Poets
The Heart of the Holidays: Finding Magic in Joy, Memories, and Winter’s Quiet Moments
Take Joy, Connection, and Calm in Winter's Glow from Holiday Time Holiday time is that season of joy and nostalgia and reflection in the final throes of the year. For most, it is a time of the year when all the steps of the neighborhood light up, families sit across tables full of food, and laughter abounds in rooms full of all styles of festive cheer. But under all that partying, it all tries to be a chance to reconnect and reflect, savoring small pockets of peace. Okay, well, let's dive into the heart of the season and how to do it all in big and little ways.
By Imtiyaz Ali2 years ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power,I’d build a city, a magical tower.Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flightWould turn life’s song into endless delight.Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing,And senses soak in the hues of spring.Where the moon would never fade or wane,And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustainThe barren souls of a thirsty earth,Clothing their hearts with endless worth.A place where certainty reigns supreme,And doubt vanishes like a fleeting dream.Where lips would speak without any fear,No king’s shadow hovering near.Where veins hold no trace of dread,And terror’s whisper would long be dead.No place for fear or shadows of doubt,Where truth meets truth, leaving lies out.Where fireflies guide the night’s dark trail,And jealousy to seasons would fail.Where heights and depths hold no disdain,And envy finds no home to gain.A city where dreams light up the eyes,And darkness flees where joy resides.No night would pass in ignorant haze,No soul would wander in thoughtless daze.No tainted dawn, no fractured sky,No whirlpools in oceans to terrify.No trees or branches, lost and bare,Would feel like strangers, unaware.And birds that chirp through sunny daysWould fear no rain’s destructive gaze.If it were in my hands to decree,A city like this I’d create for thee.Where love untouched by worldly sorrowWould promise a brighter, hope-filled tomorrow.No binds of life to hold us tight,No bitter truths to dim our sight.The harshness of this vast, cruel sphereWould never touch a single tear.Where my breath's freshness would forever reside,In the lotus of your love, my guide.Your beauty would dance in every line,The essence of my verse divine.One fleeting moment would hold an age,A timeless story on life's grand stage.No dirges of grief would cross my throat,No sorrow's hymn would find its note.No innocent blood upon the groundWould leave its mark, no stain profound.This city I’d build, this city so true,
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness. The leaves and branches have all parted from the trees, Lonely twigs sob silently on their lips. Placing its forehead upon your footprints, Loneliness weeps for hours without pause. In what tone does this sinking heart cry, That loneliness returns time and again, echoing deeply? So familiar is solitude with my existence, That it feels restless now, even in your absence. Whatever sorrow remains in your embrace, Let solitude pour it into the depths of my blood. Our bond was never tied to the joys of bustling crowds, Nor do we have any power over your presence, solitude. Your pride in your desolation may be justified, But spend a few days with me as well, solitude. A ruined heart, memories of you, and the night’s emptiness— All shrouded in the smoke surrounding the grave of solitude.
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you? I knew that failure was my destined end, But you had hopes of triumph—what became of you? I joined the race, not to win, but to hear someone say, "What became of you?" Did they ask you too? The battle I fought against fate was yours as well, I couldn’t succeed; what became of you? Seeing you, I thought you were happy and free, But your words revealed a different story—what became of you? I was punished for being different from the rest, You too were unique—tell me, what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep. No thread of dreams should tangle in these eyes, No clear recognition, no face in disguise. Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be shared, but no performance to reap. If I am worthy, verify it with someone true, Don’t comfort me if my solace feels untrue. However strong your heart, leave it outside your chest, So when it breaks, no ruins stay suppressed. Let anyone live in my eyes on this one condition: No dream should pave the way towards sleep's submission. Whatever bond we share, let it belong to just you and me, Even my bond with you shouldn't trap you in loyalty.
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew. Through these valleys, with snowflakes that fell, Sparks rained all around, while I searched as well. Nights rolled down into the swamp's deep layers, Days sank into the mire, as I searched in despair. The paths were clouded, but I waited in vain, Centuries scorched the earth, while I searched through the pain. You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day.
By Muhammad Waseem 2 years ago in Poets
