Saturday, June 18, 2005

A Winter Night’s Poem

Before any of you say anything, I know we are in the middle of summer now so don't think that I am crazy writing poems about winter. The story is that I started writing it in winter and I only managed to finish it during last weekend.

A Winter Night’s Poem

A black owl howling outside the cottage
With a sound sending shivers to the spine
A broken heart pulled out form the wreckage
God only knows if it yours or it is mine

Very cold is the night in this winter season
It seems that the warmth has disappeared in the dark
And people are being hurt without a reason
Even the smallest wound leaves a mark

We hear a silent cry from a lost soul
The cry for help and the need to be found
And of our lives we try to be in control
Since we were born and until we are laid in the ground

We have lost the purpose and fallen into the abyss
And we tend to sweet cover most of our crimes
Alone we stay still and we reminisce
All the mistakes we have done in the past times

16 comments:

Rain Drop said...

HP,
Anything but hacking..Please :P


"Even the smallest wound leaves a mark"


That's right..
I liked your words :)

I'm always here ^^
RD

Hopeless Poet said...

RD:
I am a good hacker (If I know how to hack that is :P).
Thanks for the comment and good to see you again ;)

True Faith said...

We hear a silent cry from a lost soul
The cry for help and the need to be found

Salted-Caramel said...

La 7awlala. Post your Arabic shi3ir oo rayi7nee! :/ Ma9arat.

Faith said...

Chapeau to you!

Just wanna ask, do you ever show your poems to someone professional, I mean so that your poems get criticise literary? If you didn't, try doing so, and also try to publish your poems on a wider range to get more feedback. Just an opinion!

Good luck to you :)

Namika said...

"And people are being hurt without a reason
Even the smallest wound leaves a mark"

This was something HP... I just don't know what to say.. well done and keep it up :) I like this poem a lot..

Blossom said...

"We hear a silent cry from a lost soul
The cry for help and the need to be found
And of our lives we try to be in control
Since we were born and until we are laid in the ground"

Love that part ...it touched my heart ....Mashallah

Hopeless Poet said...

True Faith:
:))

Salted-Caramel:
LOOL!! Let me finish it first!! It is hard for me to write in Arabic believe me!

Faith:
Well no! They should come and read it here :P
I publish my poems in a poem site but mostly I get no comments from them! I would like to be professionaly criticised actually :)

Namika:
Finally you liked a poem a lot :D
It's been long since you really liked one I wrote :P
Thanks ^.^

Blossom:
Thanks for the comment and I am glad it touched your heart ;)

Salted-Caramel said...

Well you're a Poet. That's your job! :P

Namika said...

hey I did like your last poem as well HP :p

Hopeless Poet said...

Salted-Caramel:
Yeah I know and I am trying :(

Namika:
Oh I didn't pay attention I guess. Sorry ^.^ :P

A Daydreamer said...

ohhhhh I just LOVED this one!! Mashalllahaaa 3alyeeek! Wa 3ala goolat Rain Drop...the best words are "even the smallest wound leaves a mark"... so true, so true!

Hopeless Poet said...

Daydreamer:
Thanks for the nice comment :D

_Soulless_ said...

A broken heart pulled out form the wreckage

Even the smallest wound leaves a mark


Loved those lines. ^_^ My first time on your blog. And I have enjoyed reading the poems here. Do write more. Till the next sojourn, then. Dream well. ^_^

Hopeless Poet said...

soulless:
Welcome in my blog :)
And thanks for the nice words about my blog. I am always dreaming ;)

ClOuDs said...

nice :)