We Are Blessed by Hamza Waleed

We Are Blessed by Hamza Waleed

We Are Blessed by Hamza Waleed

 Looking at the silver lining in the sky,
My heart whispered to gear up, and fly.
Of all the morning's bliss, on us, it showers,
That gentle breeze of air, embellished with flowers....
Seeing those marvelous clouds, fascinates from within,
And heavenward mountains drove the heart towards them....
See!there's a bunch of birds flying in joy,
And singing in a charming, melodious way.....
Those soft rain drops, falling on the ground,
Enrapturing the beauty of everything, all around...
The glorious sun, slowly, in gorgeous majesty retires,
Flooding the fields with the reflection of his golden fires..
Those twinkling stars, in the sky, so gleam,
Guarding the portal of mind to the world of dreams....
Looking at these pearls and when they wink,
The eye become their slave, and never even blink...
After the unruffled night, the dawn breaks n brightens the day,
Bewitched heart yearns to seize the beauty without any delay......
All these wonders seems to be far away,
But, No! they're right here, where our heart stay.....
Of all the beauty and loveliness, the earth bears,
Is like a symphony, by the Marvel, to his dears.....
Witnessing all these splendid beauties,
The heart, ultimately confessed,
Be thankful to the Almighty,
For We are blessed.

Band of Brothers

Band of Brothers by Hamza Waleed

 These are the soldiers of our glorious motherland,
Who faced all the hardships and still withstand.
Leaving behind the beloved, back at home,
They walk through deserts and barren comb.
Calling up those good times, they possess,
They miss those afar, but never express.
Living in the battlefield,
They cope with those awful sights,
But their courage never shatters,
And they stand together to fight.
They never shed a tear,
And put their wounds behind,
They forget the pain,
And put their memories to blind.
Surviving the field of honour,
Holding hands in hands,
Just like a thread,
Woven into a strand.
A brother shedding his blood,
Falls beside them,
But they shouldn't worry,
For in heaven, he'll gleam like a Gem.
They embrace the death,
With a grin on their face,
For in it lies,
Their soul's grace.
Those fearless defenders,
May have different mothers,
But they always stand together,
Like a "band of brothers".
They served with dignity,
And they served well,
For the pride of their land,
They chose to go through hell.
We are proud to have these lion hearts,
And shall remember those we lost,
For the freedom we have today,
They paid the awful cost.
Hamza Waleed
Hamza Waleed

My full name is Hamza Waleed. I am from Pakistan. I live here with my family, and I am a student of BS Physics. 

I’m an entrepreneur and just started writing poems. I write to manifest the feelings of my heart and soul. It’s so soothing to put your feelings in words. No books written yet.  My hobbies are book reading, travelling, and writing. 

Instagram: hamzakhattak567

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Augustine Oak Bound by Palm

Augustine Oak Bound by Palm

Augustine Oak Bound by Palm by Alicia Thompson

Solid oak, rooted deep,
like the tree in Augustine,
twisted branches reaching high,
verdant abundance towards the sky.

The palm grows gently 'round the oak,
symbiotic progress preserves her yolk,
leans in to his trunk so stout,
with support, fans fly free about.

The pair dance spirals towards the rays,
each perfect alone, a match to praise,
like the singular gator tone alabaster,
the palm and oak together uniquely master.

Sun’s Study of the One #1,657,000,000,000

By Alicia Thompson

Sun, she is the artist extraordinaire,
each day, painting the sky with flare,
studies of me, you, us, the one,
1,657,000,000 renditions of God.

Before the orb rises above the plain,
she sends light dancing in pink and grey,
crescent king hangs low to greet her,
their daily kiss, a Picasso piece without the painter.

Salute rises high in the midday stretch,
blinded by her brilliance, we almost wept,
another gallery, another showing,
the portrait she paints, the one, all knowing.

Prism in the cloud,
rainbow foamy waves on sky blue canvas,
colored icing, in a sea of white,
portal drawn to another world or love or life.

Our star, sustenance, survival,
brushes red, pink, blue, and yellow,
mirror image in the stream down below,
masterpiece moves, weeping eye and open channel.
Alicia E. Thompson
Alicia E. Thompson

Born and raised in Pennsylvania, I spent most of my childhood playing in the woods and the fields surrounding my home with family and neighbors.  When I was a sophomore in high school, I moved to Columbia, South Carolina and was introduced to a new life in the South.

Although I traveled back to my home state of Pennsylvania to pursue a degree in History at Penn State University and later to New Orleans, Louisiana to attend Tulane University Law School, I landed in the low country of South Carolina to be closer to my extended family. 

Myrtle Beach is now home. I am a partner at a southeastern based law firm where I focus on real estate matters. I am married to my husband Greg, and we have 3 children.

Poetry is a new outlet.  Struggling with the daily grind and trying to find quiet time, writing poems helps me tune into the world around me and to be present and grateful for everyday life. 

My poems focus on my family, nature, and my travels. In my spare time, I enjoy the beautiful South Carolina coast, yoga and meditation, organizing a book club with other professional women, and spending time with my family.

 You can follow me on AllPoetry.com @EleanorT.

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I Surrender to My Darker Self

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I Surrender to My Darker Self by Joe Volpe

I surrender to
my darker self—

he that purrs
at discontent—

I’ll let him loose
upon the world—

and marvel at
his cruel intent.

And if his acts
return to me—

Cast a pall
about my eyes—

I’ll scorn his truth,
deny his shame—

leave him the one
you crucify.
Joe Volpe
Joe Volpe

Joe Volpe lives outside Boston, Massachusetts with his wife. When not teaching middle school English/Language Arts he enjoys reading, playing guitar, and watching baseball.

He has been writing poetry for as long as he can remember, and he sees it as both a hobby and a means to reflect. You can find more of his poetry on Instragram by following @joespoemaday.

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Be Happy by Evie H

Be Happy by Evie H

Be Happy by Evie H

Be Happy
Real life is boring
No shame that it’s straight vodka you’re pouring.
Be Happy
The whole world’s depressed
Get up, get out, get stupidly dressed.
Be Happy
You may not get better luck
The only solution is not to give a fuck.
Be Happy
Your critics won’t be able to cope
That they failed to drain you of all your hope.
Be Happy
Shut down that stupid inner voice
Be Happy today – make it your choice!
Evie H
Evie H

I am from Northern Ireland. I like to write to process the confusing and conflicting emotions I feel about life. Life is messy. It’s hard to try to deal with all the mess, especially in your own head. 

Writing is a privilege for me. I love that writing, like reading, can connect everyone. I try to make it humorous, because I feel like life is part tragic part hilarious, if you’re not laughing, you might be crying. If the past hasn’t tried to hurt you, the future certainly will have a go. However, writing is a hobby and I do not have any published work. 

My favourite thing to do in my spare time is to listen to Desert Island Discs because I love people’s stories and music. 

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Corporate Zombie

Corporate Zombie

Corporate Zombie by Anamitra Sarma

dull and unenthusiastic faces
flickering away their wattage
of young life to sparse traces
glued to their desks in settled sacrilege

the skimming fish eyeballs
meandering across glowing monitors
their eyes, sleepless apathetic droops
their intentions, a night owl's wandering whims

like pale nodding lilies
kidnapped by the turbulent stream
they bend back and forth and stress
then let go of their childhood dream
<strong>Anamitra Sarma</strong>
Anamitra Sarma

I am Anamitra Sarma, born and brought up in the city of Kolkata, India. I have recently completed my engineering degree and presently working as a Data Analyst in the city of Chennai, India. 

Apart from writing poems and penning down my thoughts and feelings almost on a daily basis, my other hobbies include capturing the Nature with my camera and watching movies of a varied set of genres.

I have been a passionate writer from a young age, and I wish to showcase my art by getting my own book of poems published one day.

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