Category Archives: HEART TOUCHING POETRY

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman 

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

by: Maya Angelou

If You Forget Me – Poem by Pablo Neruda

“If You Forget Me”

I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 

by: Pablo Neruda

A Guest Post by PARAS :REMEMBER ME”

https://moseyinpoesy.wordpress.com/

REMEMBER ME

let my poesy moulder in its thirst
for eyes to recognize the beauty
it captures and displays
but let me be their in your memory
till your final breath, felicity.
remember the verses i composed
with you as my muse for only
you were the true who filled my gaps
and my lips will always carry a smile
sorrow sprinkled or of absolute joy
when i think how you caught my teardrops
and when just a brief walk with you
helped me sleep in peace at night
they might remember only my lunacy
and demonic dreams of dire darkness
but you remember my serenity,
my blissful dawns and delightful vespers
they might grasp only my blasphemy
but you remember my heart’s immaculacy,
the loveliness of the gentleman in me
and liveliness of the child in me.

remember the drunken amble to my bed from yours
remember the delicious delicacies we tried together
and tied our hearts at lanes we explored
and wandered with laughter under an angry sun
let them live their illusion of my reflection
but for you I’ve left behind my shadow
in those letters and verses under your name
for with you, all i needed was what i already had.

BY :-PARAS SAXENA

Guest Poetry from PARAS “MY LAST WORDS”

https://moseyinpoesy.wordpress.com/

LAST WORDS

Youre familiar with the face of my darkness,
Shadows and shades of my brokenness.
My most beloved, forgive me
For the hurt I inflicted upon you.
I
m scared as you know my whole
And it terrifies me to witness
How effortlessly you fill all my gaps.
But I`m more an addict than a slave
To my melancholy.
Narcotics induce numbness, not to sorrow,
For it augments my cherophobia.
Let yourself; the light of my life, be absent,
And let life escape and abandon death with me.
My last thought; I ponder if I offered enough
Happiness to surpass the measure of suffering and dolours.

Reach for my heart as I reach for your hand
For I dont possess the divinity
To touch your heart or your enlivening virgin kiss.
Through the penance and amercement, my soul,
Will elope with what I never had; hope
To find what I never felt underneath; light.
And someday when I return intact,
I
ll wrap you in my absolute warmth
And shower you with my lit and free joy and love

composed by:-  PARAS

About the Poet:-

He began Writing lyrics when he was 16 (after a heart break) and grew to write poems when he turned 18.he self published his Book on Poetry named as “RAINBOW INA DESERT”,which is available on amazon.Here’s a link for it.

RAINBOW IN A DESERT

“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

https://outtherepress.wordpress.com/blog/

“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.

 

Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.

 

Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.

 

I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)

 

The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)

     “HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI”

         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’