This is a poem I wrote sometime ago. I called it "My Grave". Now you all know that I will talk in my grave after I die and write poems too :P
My Grave
Dance, dance upon my grave
Dance like a firefly around a newly lit fire
Dance to satisfy that burning desire
Sing, sing for my grave
Sing that heart-breaking love song
Sing with that voice I wanted to hear for so long
Talk, talk to my grave
Talk about the memories we shared together
Talk about the love that won't be replaced with another
Cry, cry on my grave
Cry and let your tears fall like a shower
Cry and your tears will plant a flower
Stand, stand beside my grave
Stand and for the last time say that you love me
Stand and take a last look at the man who used to be
Walk, walk away from my grave
Walk toward that wide open door to the world
Walk and leave me alone for good
19 comments:
this is your best piece so far :)
i liked cry and stand best.
Vintage:
No I don't think it is.. I meant it like after I died I am no more the man who used to be and that could be anything that I used to be ..
Aquamarine:
I had this picture in my mind.. she comes to visit my grave .. dances and sings .. she gets tired and realizes that I am really dead so she starts to talk to me and then cry and then she gives up and stands up ready to leave the grave yard and walks away :)
Kazablanka:
I am afraid too .. but what can we do? Someday we all gonna die :P
Flamingoliya:
Is it? for me it is the weirdest and actually I have no idea how I got the grave idea in my mind but it worked for the best I guess
This is so amazing...Very different ...how you imagine your self in grave ...and you are request to your loved one....well thought of
Nasra:
Thanks. I am glad you liked it and maybe I should write about the opposite situation now where she will be in the grave. :)
Kazablanka:
Well I am afraid to die but I am not afraid of talking about death and yes we all gonna die :D
And don't TFU me! whatever you meant by it :P
And ok the next poem won't be that depressing I promise :p
ooo that is soo sad ;( I wana grave like that! hey, can we share? Then u wouldn't have to be alone even while she walks ;)
Peach:
Welcome in my blog and my grave and it is an honor to share the grave with you. I will just have to contact the grave digger to expand the grave to accommodate both of us. Do you need anything to be added to the grave? I think we need a cable TV :P
Nah I think a note book & a pen would be suficiant .. I'm a wanabe hopless poet after all ;)
Peach:
Why a note book and pen? A PC and a laptop are not enough? Actually I write my poem on the PC directly. I believe in paperless environments :P
Cry, cry on my grave
Cry and let your tears fall like a shower
Cry and your tears will plant a flower
Wonderful piece mashallah.. I loved these lines the most. You are very talented mashallah.
cuz I like to doodle lol Besides where are we gona get the power suply from?!
Najah:
Thanks :)
Peach:
From the underground cables or maybe they have a dead electricity company we can get the power supply from :P
what is wrong with your mooooood!!! u need to be in a good mood.. inshallah soon it will be nice!...
Being the snoopy me i made so much assmptions about your clock, sounds like U3a E!
Update,and by the way the weekend khalas finished, u still have the same picture and the same posts, and the same everything.. malena..
Nothing wrong with my mood I am just in turmoil :P
What assumptions you made about my clock? You are scaring me :(
I don't have anything to write about and I am almost out of poems and there is no inspiration :(
ashwah! you finally got rid of saddams pic!! i like this one!
yeah i like your new pic too its better than your old one.. now update.. and wheres your shoutbox!! do i have to beg?? :p
Kazablanka
Flamingoliya:
lool!! ba3dich 3ala saddam's pic!! yeah khalas it is gone with the wind :p
Kazablanka:
Monday I will cos it is the time for the song of the week :P
shoutbox? I am still thinking about it. I don't like public chats though :P
wonderful, atleast you changed the picture :) nice one, i like it better then saddam hehehe the name matched the picture bsa7eee7...
how come nothing insppires you? clear your mind and everything will inspire you.
Am I late? Nice poem I liked the way you expressed it..
Najah:
hehe thanks and my mind is clear nowadays so I should be inspired ;)
Namika:
No you are not late :D
Thanks and welcome in my blog :)
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