Such a beautiful breeze in the deep darkness in the dead of night God's sweet breath Soft exhalations as He sleeps satisfied in knowing that I have the ability to take care of myself
Tag: Dead
A Season for Martyrs
Those who are slain in the name of God Do not consider them as dead And what then should we consider those Who are merely dying to live But suffer persecution in your name Unintended pawns In someone else's game Naive and unaware of their misdemeanors Uncomprehending of those rigid minds How do you permit … Continue reading A Season for Martyrs
hate never helps
hate never helps you forget try indifference... that which doesn't kill you only makes you... wish you were dead pain doesn't always make you stronger sometimes it turns you softer so long as you stay away from bitter roses are red perhaps because they bled...? tomorrow may never come because this night seems not to end … Continue reading hate never helps
stairway to heaven
the walking dead found their way the stairway to heaven testimony that even in death you are in control of your destiny (you do not die in death)
Dead Memories
Memories die in Abandoned photo albums Pressed flowers Amid phone books Rusty playgrounds Voices from the past *** Poem submitted for A Cup of Nostalgia
Secrets Within Secrets
the dead can't speak the living won't speak secrets within secrets what more do you want? the dreams you killed our grief belittled secrets within secrets what more have we left? the fears unexpressed and greed is spread secrets within secrets what more can we hide? when leaders are bound our voices have no sound … Continue reading Secrets Within Secrets
Revere The Dead
What remains of mine will you bury Or perhaps even cremate? What rituals will you perform I will only follow my fate As I arrived, so will I leave Not a sigh shall be heard Nor my shadow be traced Through the realm and beyond Unrecognized I was while vibrant Fading away you paid no attention … Continue reading Revere The Dead
Nothing Is Ever Dead
Nothing Is Ever Dead Where the flower sprouts From the barren stone Bees gather to suck its nectar The tree leans to offer shade Nothing is ever dead Guitar strums through the room Though she is dulled from school Curtains dance in tune Soft music is played Nothing is ever dead As the restless mind … Continue reading Nothing Is Ever Dead
SONYA KASSAM 