Fourlinegraphia

  I was a rose beneath the sun, Waiting for a hummingbird’s gentle flight. My petals opened just for you, Holding my nectar, soft and bright. Each dawn I hoped your wings would pause, That you would rest your heart in mine. But winds kept calling you away To other blooms along the vine. I loved you more than words could say, Yet love should never beg to stay. A rose must guard her silent pride, Not lose herself along the way. So I will not bend to the ground, Nor plead for wings that choose to roam. My petals carry quiet strength- A lonely rose still stands her own. The love I gave was never wrong, It proved the depth my heart could grow. And somewhere in this endless garden A kinder bird may someday know. For after storms and falling rain, The sky returns both calm and blue. New blossoms wake in gentle light, And love will find the heart that’s true. Do not bend to touch the ground, For someone who won’t turn around. Love was never meant to be A chain that steals your dignity.

  Today the candles count to one hundred and two,   yet you sit before them,silent, calm-  like time itself has paused, breath held,   to listen to the quiet strength of your soul. >>> Father,   I am the single branch   that grew from your patient seasons,   the fragile bloom nurtured by your unwavering care.   In the garden of your years,   I was the seed you chose to water   with the vastness of your sky,   the gentle rain of your hopes. >>> Your hands! oh, your hands-   they are maps of love,   rivers of wrinkles flowing with stories   from worlds I’ve never seen,   yet when they hold mine,   they still feel like the first shelter,   the warmest refuge I ever knew. >>> One hundred and two birthdays   have traced your path-  each a testament to quiet resilience,   yet your voi...

  Hidden dogs roam every road beneath the sun Their restless barking fills the evening air We see their teeth and hear their warning growls So careful feet can pass the dusty path But some dark creatures hide beyond our sight Like sudden lightning striking from the void They leap unseen and bite the trembling flesh Then fade again inside the silent shade Such rabid hearts run fast through shadowed lanes They carry death within their restless breath A storm of rage that no one hears or sees Until the wound appears upon the soul Among the crowds some human faces smile Yet deep inside their silent venom sleeps They wait like hunters buried in the dark For one brief chance to strike a fragile life Their hidden war is waged in quiet minds No barking warns the traveler on the road They walk with us like ordinary souls But storms of ruin gather in their chest They harm another with a sudden blow Yet walk beside their own approaching grave For those who live to wound the world in hate Alre...

  “What did I have?” said the old Arab man, “What did I have before the roaring machines?” I had palm trees whispering in desert wind, Dates like honey in the hands of my sons, A quiet well, a camel’s slow shadow, And stars that belonged to no one but God. >>> Then strangers came with maps and promises, Eyes fixed not on my trees but the earth below. They said the sand was rich with black rivers, And the desert would shine with golden wealth. My palms were cut, the wells grew taller than minarets, And the night filled with the thunder of engines. >>> “What did I gain?” said the tired old man, “What did the desert gain from this black fire?” Cities rose where the dunes once wandered, But soldiers marched where children once ran. The wind carried smoke instead of prayers, And the sky learned the color of war. >>> Decades passed like drifting sandstorms, Kings changed, flags rose and fell. My sons grew into men with rifles, Their sons into shadows in distant...

Born like a worm, Little and low, Crawling through dust Where quiet shadows grow. >>> Beneath the sun, life starts its dance, Where roots and hidden worlds entwine, From humble soil our stories rise, In earth’s embrace our spirits shine. >>> Man stands tall with boastful sound, His voice may echo far and wide, Yet he forgets the silent ground Where ancient truths and worms abide. >>> Tiny worms in patient grace Whisper softly from below, Of time and space and nature’s place, Where every living being must go. >>> But breath will fade and bodies fall, Pride dissolves in dust again, Returning gently to the call Of earth-the oldest home of men. >>> Then worms appear in silent peace, Not as foes but nature’s art, Ending fear, bringing release, Returning life where all must start. >>> So worm and man,both small and grand- Begin and end in nature’s blend, Part of the same eternal plan, Quiet companions in the end >>> I speak as on...

If you would know the worth of a mother’s love, Ask one who grew in silence without her care. In empty rooms where childhood stories fade away, Her unseen grace still whispers softly through the air. * Some strike the hands that once had helped them learn to stand, The arms that wrapped their fragile lives in gentle peace. Yet in the crowd they show a tender, borrowed love- A strange display where truth and contradiction meet. * A mother stands, the quiet pillar of our lives, The hidden strength behind the heights we rise to reach. Her silent gifts, though seldom praised or spoken of, Shape who we are far more than words could ever teach. * Her love’s a fire that warms the coldest nights of fear, A steady light that guides our wandering hearts through storms. Yet life can leave her spirit tired and bruised by time, Her faithful heart still holding warmth in broken forms. * Some turn away from those whose love had given life, Chasing a fleeting joy that quickly fades away. They close th...