Fourlinegraphia

Whenever pretty girls walk by, My heart takes off, I wonder why. One little glance, one passing smile, And I forget my way for a mile! When she's nearby, I stand up tall, But one “Hello” and I lose it all. I've got big dreams and a charming face, Yet shyness puts me in my place! At the metro station, I wait for the train, Hoping to see her again and again. The platform is crowded, the minutes crawl, I watch every face, but I look for one of all. The train doors open, the passengers flow, There she stands, and my heartbeat says, “Go!” I plan to approach her, determined and bold, Then the doors slide shut, and my story grows old! I've written love letters, a mountain of pages, Hidden my feelings in notebooks for ages. I've typed sweet messages, romantic and true, Then erased every word before sending to you. I've written you poems beneath the moonlight, Composed little songs in the silence of night. I've practised my confession a thousand times through, But fear a...

My grandfather gave me a watch one day, A golden chain, black hands that raced away. A little world encased in glass and gold, With countless untold stories to unfold. Its tiny hands ran faster than my own, Through waking dreams and nights I spent alone. And every tick that trembled through the night Seemed like a footstep vanishing from sight. It whispered softly, Life will not remain; Each passing hour is never yours again. The dates would change, the years would disappear, And time kept walking, indifferent to fear. Sometimes, to steal a little sleep from dawn, I turned its hands and made the hours crawl on. I thought if time could move a little slow, Perhaps my childhood would refuse to go. Then came the day I learned that I was wrong; No clock could make a fleeting moment long. I pushed its hands ahead, I turned them back, Yet life kept racing on its endless track. Some hours brought sorrow, some arrived with grace; Some left their scars, some lit a smiling face. The clock knew no...

Why am I rushing through the days I own, With thoughts that race like seeds too quickly sown? I overthink the path, the pace, the climb, And burn my spirit out before its time. *** A lonely traveler in a crowded room, My heart seeks love to chase away the gloom. It longs for warmth, a gentle, soft embrace, To find a home within this noisy space. *** Is all this inner flight and quiet stress A desperate pull toward your tenderness? Is it my soul that yearns to merge with you, To end this long and restless, stormy sea? *** My spirit races, hungry to unite, To melt its shadows in your holy love. This frantic speed is but a blind desire To reach the quiet flame of sacred fire. *** So let me stop and drop the heavy pace, And walk with silent strength and steady grace. I chew each moment now with quiet care, And breathe the stillness lingering in the air. *** Each morning as I drink the water slow, I let divine affection softly flow. I feel the healing light expand and start To touch each ce...

A sacred thread connects my roots to me, To every silver strand that time bestows; My hair holds stories of my ancestry, A strength that deep within my being grows. My hair is my minds power, bold and free, A crown of culture, care, and survival; It carries all my ancestors gave to me, Their strength and grace, their stories of revival. My kinky crown refuses to conform, It stands apart, embracing who I am; Through changing times, through calm and every storm, I wear my heritage with pride, without a sham. Even lying gently in the grass, My crown rests proudly, never losing power; For beauty is not something meant to pass, But strength that blooms within me every hour. And now, grey whispers mingle with the dark, Each silver strand reflects the years I've known; The folds upon my skin leave their own mark, A map of joys and tears that I have grown. Yet when I stand before the looking glass, I sometimes wish to colour silver hair, To brighten up my face as moments pass, To soften ag...

Outer space… Though named for emptiness, What secrets might its boundless silence hold? Perhaps even the One who brought it into being Knows not the full extent of its unfathomable depths. We have heard whispers of the Creator, Yet never have our eyes beheld You. Perhaps You dwell beyond the farthest edge of the cosmos, Where even the light of eternity has never reached; Or perhaps You lie concealed in the silence of every atom, An unseen presence woven into the very fabric of existence. Worlds of light and worlds of darkness, Nebulae that dream, and stars that burn like eternity. What a magnificent kingdom of mysteries, What a wondrous realm of the unknown! There are places where time appears to lose its way, Where moments dissolve, and eternity seems to awaken. There, the very meaning of time grows uncertain, And the boundaries of reality begin to blur. Beyond the laws of the cosmos we have so carefully deciphered, Perhaps another order of existence silently unfolds. And yet, upon th...

The village is the heart where love resides, A home of warmth where happiness abides; A haven of welfare, peaceful and bright, A gentle shelter of joy and light. Oh, little dove that flies across the field, Seeking golden grains the green earth yields, Riding softly on the fragrant breeze, Sing the village song among the trees. Sing of the fields that stretch so wide, Where nature blooms in beauty and pride; Sing of the farmer who toils each day, While beads of sweat fall on his way. His hands embrace the faithful earth, And from the soil new life takes birth; He turns the humble soil to gold, With strength and courage, brave and bold. Even where the desert seems dry and bare, His tireless hands bring beauty there; Where once was dust beneath the sun, He makes a garden for everyone. Here the fields wear crowns of grain, Golden harvest after golden rain; The waving ears bring wealth to the land, A blessing born from the farmer’s hand. The harvest becomes the nation's gain, A source ...

  A thousand glowing embers start to gleam The moment evening settles around me, And somehow, in that quiet golden dream, I find your eyes in every light I see. I don't know when the evening became A place where I go searching for your face; Perhaps it happened the first time your name Turned an ordinary sunset into grace. The breeze tonight reminds me of your voice, So soft that even silence sounds like you; And though the world gives me a thousand choices, My heart still chooses what it always knew. You are the warmth I feel when daylight fades, The quiet thought that stays when others leave; The gentle comfort hiding in the shades, The little reason my tired heart believes. I watch the golden ripples on the sea, And every trembling reflection feels like A memory of you coming back to me, The way your presence makes my darkness bright. Sometimes I wish you were beside me here, So I could say the things I cannot say- How much your absence makes the silence dear, Because it gives m...