A little Irregular (Poem)

Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same

Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak

You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this

When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…

A long time (Poetry)

The clouds have gone and the moon turned to sun

and now she has come for me

So lay down your arms and let it pass…

illness or sickness shall never last

So will she tell me what bothered her…

the illness now gone that smothered her??

And death will not come to pass just yet…

you have a long life with no regret

So don’t you trod on hollowness for it will go and life is bliss

If you keep talking i tell you miss…

I’ll give you something beautiful like a kiss

And now she’s gone oh i have sinned…

if only i told her what will come of this

This is what I give to you…

a page in a page with morning due

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In my moment nothing but despair.

In my moment nothing but despair

You close your eyes and your life just flickers
Holding to your moments tighter
You hold my hand and walk through troubles
Holding in you nothing but despair

Solid moments all but sicker
Drowning moments nothing but despair
Sinking deeper getting sicker
All these moments nothing but despair

The shallow moments make sick
The drowning moments make me think
To show my feelings or hollow tears
Holding in me nothing but despair

The silence in your head echoes
It makes you think of troubled mirrors
You swallow torment just so ether
Holding in you nothing but despair

In my moment nothing but despair

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

This is the poem version of Despair (Song Version). (If you click it it will link you off to the song version of Despair).

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Leap into the sea.

I close my eyes and look to the sky
Letting the sun shine on my face
The warmth of it all in sweet embrace
You hold my hand and let me whisper words
Of quiet and tender loving hurt
As I leap into the blues of earth
The cold rushes in to shadow my birth

So I jumped into the clear blue sky on earth and the water consumed my warmth. As I breathe in the cold my lungs suffer to smell the air. All my life is taken into consideration as it flashes in my mind till my heart stops and soon I shall suffer not.

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

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I am the happy ending…

I am the happy ending
as my life breathes out
the love I once knew
I have left and gone without

I am the happy ending
as my hand grows lifeless
the memories have gone
and the light is now soundless

I am the happy ending
of a few promises
that let me live free
but now they have ended

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali

This was my poetry post at a poetry competition there were other really great poems there but I thought I would do something totally different .

They gave us a first line “I am the happy ending” and we build from there not more than 10 lines …Unfortunately I had 12 lines to write and had more but I thought 12 were enough.

You guys can put down your “I am the happy ending” poem on the comments .

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Skull on the road

He was a king that grew from grace and walked the fields of gold,
He was a friend to young and old and thus his story grows,
He graced upon his halls of gold of land and wealthy hold,
All his friends came to his side when he was young and bold.

He held their hand and walked them through gardens that went cold,
He gave them warmth and guided them through seasons that were cold,
He held them up with his bare hands as they crumbled to the ground,
All his friends came to his side when he was young and bold.

Those halls of gold have gone away and bricks have come to grow,
The gardens that were once so cold have gone to winter snow,
The friends he had held up so high have pushed him to the ground,
What was once a crown on his head is now a skull on the road.

Skull on the Road
By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

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