Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/25/2021 4:30 AM]
Sicily of Rome
Sicily of Rome,
enchantly roam,
throughout the Europe,
endeavouring new hope.
Sicily of Rome,
elegantly roam,
throughout the Italian town,
like a queen with an emerald crown.
Sicily of Rome,
eminently roam,
around the Colosseum
and the Roman Museum.
Sicily of Rome,
Italy her home,
Travelogue her livelihood,
gallant as the Robin hood.
by Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/26/2021 5:01 AM]
Your outburst lamp where my moth
enticed and died,
O crucified heart let off the cross
and arise to alive!
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/26/2021 5:01 AM]
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing.
~ RUMI
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/27/2021 4:30 AM]
Yet her name aloof from mine,
my river never indulged insane.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/27/2021 8:30 AM]
Excuse My Soul
You are sad because of me so let me explain
You can't be mad of someone who's dying in pain
The bad luck adores me and the troubles are pouring like rain.
I've said that I'll get you back when you'll fall
But at that time I didn't know that I will lose it all
Giving excuses for the people we have broken
Was like trying to fix the world with words we've spoken.
I am aware of all the hurt that I'd brought to you
But believe me my darling I've been broken too
You thought that I have forgotten everything about you
How can I pass a day without our memories that ain't true.
Sometimes we hurt the people we love the most
Not cause we're sick of them but our souls were lost
I was trying to find me when our ways had crossed
So I had to move on and to leave you in the dust.
And for all the things I've done to you, I'll be always regret
Untill the day I'll come to you like the first time we've met
Promise then you'll never get the chance to cry
I'll lift you up my dear I will take you with me high.
by Aya Sakour
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/28/2021 4:30 AM]
The river beneath our bridge
often upstream to us
and whelmed our home wet.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [11/29/2021 6:30 AM]
Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown
Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown,
later it invites you to it's home to treat you better with lose and lone.
Your clothes shall washed by the hands of ache,
and your mouth shall relish the sorely baked cake.
Your realm will not be forgotten but reserved to an another king,
Your death could not bother nor make any impact to an another thing.
It's you who have been lost and you who have been forsaken,
nevertheless nothing could ever have been ever taken.
The earthly state sent you to an another senate of numbness,
that doesn't mean it makes everything slumberless.
The concubines and the things you had conquered once
seems to be conquered latter by your sons.
And the badge of royalty and status you had achieved once
now rest in peace at your casket to let other your remembrance.
by Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/6/2021 6:30 AM]
Your heart is a battle ground,
were my horses vigorously bound,
to the frontiers of your chariots round,
and the chapel of your church bell sound.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/7/2021 6:30 AM]
A ripening cherry,
could not have any,
ecstasy or merry
but distresses are many!
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/8/2021 6:30 AM]
My heart a neighbour to yours,
Often my gardener water your flowers
But perhaps you forgotten the powers
of a heart's invasion to others.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/9/2021 4:31 AM]
Like a flower I've made my heart,
not of tenderness nor of aroma musk,
but of layers and of honey breast,
and at it's bottom beloved you must rest.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/10/2021 4:31 AM]
Aching are my sicken feet,
stop not roaming through this street,
Until I meet your immense least,
I let not my heart in intense peace.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/12/2021 4:30 AM]
May this has been a hibernation,
Latter there would be a harvest.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/15/2021 4:31 AM]
Her eye,
an entire sky,
at the middle,
as a baby in it's cradle,
there I am,
like a lamp.
- Ali Seyyid
Poetry Of An Introvert, [12/20/2021 5:29 AM]
My heart had been sieged,
lulled me ail and caged
the city of me had been caught,
by the invaders of sored thought.
- Ali Seyyid
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