Hi All,
I am kinda is walking into a turning point in my life. It takes a lot to explain and nothing is clear yet. It is connected to my immigration. I hope to get a clear picture of the choices I am going to get by tomorrow evening. There is a possibility that I may have to leave USA altogether, that is the worst case scenario. I will post the details either tomorrow evening or day after tomorrow.
Here is a poem I wrote after I fully realized that I am over “She”. I was kinda started seeing another girl at that time and this poem was written on my notepad upon her back sitting near Lake Michigan in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Even though the ever changing aquarian mind of mine moved from Katrina and she from me to another guy and married him. We still are good friends.
I think the name of the poem fits the situation I am in. I think this is what I need to do.
Raising From Misfortune.
Still hear the echoes of the pathos, sung,
By nightingales long before my birth,
Glory to all those who went away,
Into the silent land, not to hear, not to see,
The misery I am in,
The loser’s wild cry.
Wishes are all powdered by misfortunes,
All my dreams were washed away,
By the violent sea of life into oblivion,
Love remain unheard and unknown,
When the one I love sealed her heart,
Glory to all those well wishers,
Their prayer went unheard with mine,
When bad man fate made me the unfortunate.
Now living against the waves,
And against the will of mankind,
Standing alone on the shore,
Weaving new dreams,
Blowing away the agony of fate,
Moving away from irony of misfortune,
Into the land of sweet dreams,
Raising new hopes of life and love,
Where you and I hold hands and pray,
For the day, for the ‘morrow and for the ages to come,
Where hopes are not just hopes,
But roots of a high yielding tree,
That bear the love of the ‘morrow and forever.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the summer of 1999.
For once I’m the frist person to comment on your site well at least for today. That advice was great I’m so happy didn’t fall flat on my face. I think the pictures turned out but I havent had them. I’ll try to get them on my site. I’m an aquairus too, sorry to hear that you might have to leave the country but it might be fun to see the world. Thanks for your time!
I’m feeling this poem…packed with raw emotion.
I hope things work out for you and that the worst case scenerio doesn’t come to pass.
Hi there! To respond to your comment on my site, I am married to a Malayalam whose parents are from Kerala.
Beautiful poem..
Wow Poet….I am not sure I have words. The strength and complete hopeFULness of these words moves me. It was an incredible read. It warmed my heart.
The words before it though, at your possible departure sends a tiny ripple of sad to my soul. I will wait to hear what your decision is, and I will wish you the best and embrace you with love as you follow your path. But I will miss you tremendously.
much love,
SA
Leave the USA? A bit dramatic? What did you do, spit at the President?
first of all.. beautiful poem. i am so glad that you could rise from the pain, and love again.
<3 i especially love the first lines.
but why may you might have to leave the US?
are you alright?
<3
Like blink-182 says in that one song “I’m feeling this”.Keep it up!
Sorry hun, morning, lol. hope ur ok, u are still doing really well with ur weight loss. whats all this re immigration? whats the problem. elenni x x x
aw thank you! my prom was unforgetable…truely, i enjoyed it!
your poem hits the mind like a hammer…its very good.
<3
i rushed my way, i rushed my way paint brushed
broken strokes gettin hard
paint the sun to see through
what am i gonna do
picture on a dreramer
taking it down off
the wall
throw it on the trash to make my move
ooOOh what am i gonna do
i’m gonna make that move
dreamer danicng on the paint splash
quick make that dash
to move on in my life
i’m happy to challenge that stirde
get to the top
BY OXEGEN ake skye!
corrected: i rushed my way, i rushed my way..paint brushed
broken strokes gettin hard
paint the sun to see through
what am i gonna do
picture, oh look inside the dreamer
taking it down
the wall
throw it on the trash to make my move
ooOOh what am i gonna do
i’m gonna make that move
dreamer danicng on the paint splash
quick make that dash
to move on in my life
i’m happy to challenge that stirde
get to the top
hop, fuck it all
don’t even stumble on the paint blop
climb that mountain
i stare in the picture
tha huge mountain
cold, dark distant, cruel..feelings of the past
do i dare hide
no i’m going to make my way
hop fuck it all
it is that picture i drew, where all souls
come to rest
no more chaos
i rushed my way, i rushed my way..paint brushed
broken strokes gettin hard
paint the sun to see through
what am i gonna do
i’m gonna make that move
thats what i’m gonna do
so that i can meake it through.
By skye
geez man, I hope you won’t have to leave the US. Hope you can work it all out.
great poem.
“When bad man fate made me the unfortunate.” How many times have I felt that way…wow. This was beautiful..really. I love the images it sends.
I hope things work out smoothly for you.
I understand the absence and thanks for the words. This line is very powerful in your poem “Wishes are all powdered by misfortunes,All my dreams were washed away,By the violent sea of life into oblivion”
I don’t know any of the language. I have a cd to learn it, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. I think my husband’s parents are from Cochin too- I have heard that place mentioned in conversations. We are planning to go to India within the next few years- I am excited to visit somewhere so exotic, and beautiful, and my husband says the shopping is super cheap..:)
Simply inspiring. Wonderful wonderful job!
Thanks for the comment. Your poem was awesome. I would never think about deleting it.
I saw a few discrepancies in grammar. Mostly it’s the placing of commas where it’s not really needed. Without a few commas, the poem would flow easier and make better sense. I feel that commas are very necessary when it’s absent. Such as the first line of your poem; doesn’t really need the comma(/s) there. Also, in another line: “All my dreams were washed away,” doesn’t need the comma at the end. The title: Raising from Misfortune or perhaps you mean Rising or you could even perhaps put it in the past tense (although it wouldn’t be as effective).
Your poems are pretty much like mine (except more expressive in the pain department) where there’s something going on, but there’s a silver lining or such later.
Oh, and I’m glad you liked my newest poem. It’s more effective in the title than in the actual poem. In this poem, you can derive any meaning from it and it changes from day to day. I believe it’s the best poem I ever wrote, because my personal belief anyway, was that words just get in the way.