Nighthawks
Poetry by Noon Abdelrazig It was thirty minutes to midnight. Harvest moon heavy in the quietening sky, blood orange whispers in the trees, sealed by the humming rhythm of the glass, the bus engine playing jazz. You sat there facing me, sad-eyed, globed shoulders,...
Fairy Dance
I dance with the fairies, I play in the stars, I jump from rainbows, I gaze from afar, At the wishes and dreams, Of an innocent mind, I long for the youth, I once had so blind, When I couldn’t see danger, I couldn’t see bad, In the people around me, I could never be...
Reflections Upon; What Would I Give? A Poem by Christina Rossetti…
…it goes like this: What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do; Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, if only words would come; But now...
Color My World
My world is ablaze with color, A spectrum of delights, I open my arms And welcome the world, Invincible, breathtaking heights. I see a happy place, A brightness so shimmering light, Gleeful yet wistful, But happy and blissful, No darkness threatening my flight. I zoom...
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