I Have this Garden of Poems

full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins



Hopelessly bound
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.

Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

because I, The Fool,
am no more?

by Christopher

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The Lie

Woke up this morning
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast
And we continued our lie

Every day it is similar
You are cheery
And so am I
Our terrible lie

Can you imagine a time
When we awoke and did not speak
Realizing our moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little life?

I do wish sometimes
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already
Weeping far within

The lie, terrible and unending
Would cease to be
And I would know the real you
And you the real me

But, the lie drags on for now
For it is not written in the stars
And perhaps it will never be
I am my own companion

The dreaded truth
Gathered in a lifetime
Sentenced for an eternity
Realized too late

by Wikket

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When Is It Time?

When is it time to say goodbye,
To all the love I've known,
When is it time to end your pain,
And leave me all alone?

I've watched you on your good days when
I feel your strength renewed;
But shortly after little ups,
The down days then ensue.

We ride this roller-coaster of
Emotions as we try,
To make it through another day,
And yet, I can't deny ...

That as I look into your face
On days that have been bad,
I see a look that beckons me
It's tired, and hurt, and sad.

The little spark I used to see
Behind those loving eyes,
Is growing ever clouded
By life's cruel inhumane side.

I try to see beyond the pain
You feel with every step;
And softly whisper to myself
This may get better yet.

If I can bear to watch you
Just another day or two;
I justify my reasons to
Ensure I cling to you.

For letting go is harder for
The person left behind;
It means that if I let you go,
I cannot turn back time.

Back to the days I long for now,
When you were full of life;
And every day held promise,
And our futures, clear and bright.

But now the lights are darkening ...
We take it daily now;
I cannot see our futures clear
Or think beyond this cloud.

I think the hardest part in this
Is never knowing why,
I have to be courageous
And I have to say goodbye.

For if I let myself admit
It's time to let you go;
I'd have to face reality
Without you ... but I know ...

That soon I have to face the
Final outcome that I dread,
And holding on will only serve
To hurt you in the end.

You've given such unselfish love
For all our time in life,
But if I hold too tightly,
You'll not move t'ward the light ...

On to a better life, where you
Can once again be free,
Of all the pain and discomfort
That holds you here to me.

So if I find the courage just to say
This last farewell,
I hope you will forgive me for
The time it took me; still ...

I'll hold with me, the memories
That in my heart remain,
Pray one day, down the road a'ways
... They'll lesson my own pain.

by Kit McCallum

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Ramadan is Here!

One night I heard a knock on my door;
Who can it be,I wasn't quite sure.
I open the door and am filled with glee;
The visitor ahead is no stranger to me.

I welcome the guest with utmost delight;
For I know it has come to give me respite.
An air of happiness fills the space;
My home now seems, a better place!

Have you any clue who this visitor could be?
Yes!its Ramadhan,the month of mercy.
The pious and righteous can't await its arrival;
Others seem to greet it, with waves of denial.

For Allah(SWT) we fast from dawn to dusk;
For Him our breath is the fragrance of musk.
The muslims who pray and fast with zest;
Are aware of the rewards of this month manifest.

Throughout this month we weep and repent;
Now is the time to strongly lament.
And those who shun this sacred month;
on the Day of Reckoning will face the brunt.

In the last ten nights,hides the Night of Decree;
Allah(SWT) then awaits for his slaves to plea.
The angels descend with Gabriel(AS) in the lead;
To check on the steadfast and record every deed.

A feeling of grief now fills my heart;
As the month of Ramadhan will soon depart.
So lets make a start and worship Him alone;
Now that the worth of this month is known.

Asma Sadia

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God and Heaven

Thunder fills the air
Lightning hits the sky
Pummeling down onto a tree
Flashes of red and orange appear between the winds

Rain starts to fall
And Harder
Dripping drops drip down the window
Streaking bright red and orange inside the drops

Screeching reaches my ears
Headaches starts to seep through my brain
In the midst of my staring at the rain-drops
Tears start to run all along my face
More and more pour down me

Soaking in my tears,
My hands start to shake
Wishing this was a dream
And soon, that I'd wake

But I knew,
I knew I was goner

Feeling the hate that god gave to me,
I let my hands feel the pain
That was given to me

Shock ran down my arm
Desperation ran through my mind,
Desperation to be able to be pain-free,
Desperation that I could be able to ask for forgiveness
But I knew it was too late
And I knew that I was not going to be part of Heaven

Sad I thought,
To have thought this would not happen to me

So I did what I thought was going to win this forgiveness
I kneeled down
And Prayed to god to forgive me

I whispered it,
I voiced it,
I yelled it,
I screamed it,

Silence filled the air
Devils swarmed my surroundings
The house I was just in,

Billions of devils surrounded me

Light poured over them
The pain I had was instantly gone

I checked to see if my arms were gone
Or to see if I was surrounded by fire
To see if devils still swarmed around me

But nothing of that type caught my eye

Instead, I glimpsed light in the distance
Light so scintillating, that it didn't even hurt my eyes

Running towards the light, I caught sight of a horse,
Just standing there, staring at me,
It already had a saddle on it
Walking past it, it began to follow me

I stopped, dead, in the middle of the road
Trying to wake
But when I found out I couldn't,
I started to go hell-bent for leather

Glancing back, the horse was right beside me,
I knew I couldn't get away from it
So I stopped, and stared as it got closer

It bent its head in front of me
Indicating that I should get on

So I did, and it ran on and on through the tunnels,
Across the bridges,
Passing angels sitting inside their rich-like houses.

Then it came,
Streaking through the light,
Glimpses of angels hit my eyes

Starting to pick up speed,
I began to feel myself start to lift off the ground,
I noticed wings on my horse,
And instantly knew,
It was a pegasus.

Gardens floating in the air,
Angels soaring around,
I came to a wise, and heart-warming man,
Instantly, I knew who it was,
It was the person who I prayed forgiveness too.

He forgave me forever and told me I had full access to heaven.

And there I knew,
That murdering 160,000 people,
Was bad.

Jeremy Peterson

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