Need I say more?
This week, I’m keeping it all in the family, and hosting the post of my cousin. I have been always impressed by cousin’s poetry and today I will share one of her poems with you. She’s new on WordPress, so I would appreciate it if you hit the like and follow buttons to support her.
They say every summer has a story
But never have they witness other than its yellow and blue
Neither its heat nor its long days
But I yesterday have witnessed the court and jury
Summertime fantasies and wild July
Which I thought will stay forever
To realize that September luck is no myth
Soon summer ends as I cry
Too many jaw drops
Too many disappointments
Too many endings
Too many pauses and stops
For me I only found hope in him
And had faith because of him
He stayed in my life with all the mess
But lastly he have gone back to being him
Insecure I feel
And all human kind seems to scare me now
For he wants what he desires
Even if his desires are on man’s account
I can’t have him
And I desire him or nothing at all
I am human, I am selfish
I run away from him
I can’t live with you
But I can’t live without you
But summer has ended
And we are a mess
Now it’s time to either let go of life or let go of me
So I let you to decide
For I cannot pressure you to stay when in us you have no clue
Sorry I feel for us
And tears I cry for our happy promises
I cannot but not love you
But in us I no longer trust
They say every summer has a story
But it’s no story when it’s a happy ending
It’s no story without the flashbacks
Flashbacks of hot nights, yellow sun, blue ocean, red roses, loud noise…
Mine ended with heat and endless nights
Still, I remember its glory
But will always remember that back to earth I shall come
And in reality I shall live
Bio: Lebanese by birth who dreams big. I'm highly inspired by a relative “Margaret Benison”; currently majoring Interior Design and minoring in Advertising; living in a mixture of ART and REALITY; party animal; has been in love with the same person for eight years; an amateur poet; an artist. A person who have been through not a lot but quite some ups and downs, luckily managed to overcome the obstacles and continue the life I started. Blog address: www.ayanehme.wordpress.com
The stubborn gale wailed in the swarthy twilight.
All around, the lush, autumn leaves were swept
Into elaborate complexions upon the dank, freezing air.
In the distance, growing closer by the minute,
A windswept, shivering traveller approaches;
Intent upon reaching the small settlement
Of Rynde by midnight.
The evergreen wood to the right doth moan
A loathsome sound as branches and leaves
Are knocked and wrenched in all directions,
The dark Confusion of the luminous Night.
Pausing for a moment or two,
That wanderer looks up at the furious moon
And its angelic, burning light, concealed half
From view by swirling, grey clouds of wrathish like,
Their hollow laughs and cackles are the wind.
“I do wonder.” That solitary man muses,
“Whether mortals such as myself,
Could find safe passage to that
Most divine orb and reach celestial height.”
For some time he stands there,
Pondering the possibility of flying.
Yet eventually the shrieking storm
And howling torrents renew with an increased
Spite and vigour. He hurries on, in time
He’ll reach his mortal goal of that fair dwelling
Of bricks and man,
But not his divine aspiration.
Pity, almost harsh that he should not see,
That way out across the fields and hills,
Feral and wild as Nature is,
There lies a stairwell. Glinting
Like the onyx or the beryl stone,
An ethereal gateway to heavens yonder.
If he had but strayed from his road,
It would have been his to ascend
And the starry heavens his for the taking.
Alas, all that mortal eyes do sight,
Is stony path from which we must not flight.
Bio: I’m sixteen years old and love running and surfing. I’m an aspiring writer currently at college and hoping to do philosophy at uni which will help me combine my passions of writing stories and objective knowledge.
You can follow Will’s blog by following this link http://constantinewrathings.wordpress.com/
If you like his poem, you should go to this link on Amazon and check out his collection: http://www.amazon.co.uk/collection-Romantic-poetry-W-A-Moorfoot-ebook/dp/B00K40LA7I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399191262&sr=8-1&keywords=W.A+Moorfoot
It’s “A collection of poetry inspired by the Romantic era of literature concerning itself with all manners of oddities from daemons to cats,” says Will.
Thank you, Will!
This post is to make you go back to that moment when you made the decision to start doing something new; when the reasons were lucid; when there was no doubt; and when you were overwhelmed by the essence and not yet stuck in the shallow routine. Think about this moment every time you’re having trouble carrying on. It will always rejuvenate your willpower.