Thursday, April 18, 2013

P is for Poetry


Hello, I'm thankful for your love and I have one poem to show that. My other poem is another myna inspired poem. I hope you enjoy both:

Post Camp Depression

You are all of a sudden alone
after days of being with a big group
of course you're sad

You gained a high
after doing everything together
you try to keep that high
with your memories.

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Poetry

All I do is express myself
they read it
And say it touches their heart
it gives them all these emotions
and I'm forever sharing with them
I'm forever grateful for the gift God gave me.

-Fida Islaih
{all writing is copyrighted}

6 comments:

Sania Heba said...

Masha Allah Fida! A poem on poetry and beautifully composed.
Sorry couldn't visit back earlier.
Sania

Crystal Collier said...

Memories are sparkling remnants of the best times and should be actively sought and gathered to light our way through the dark times. =)

Very nice.

Mark Noce said...

Great poems:) P is for poetry indeed, great to meet a fellow writer:)

Christine Rains said...

And a magnificent gift it is. :)

Jamie Dement (LadyJai) said...

I hate saying goodbye for that very reason!

Sarah Chafin said...

I relate to the feeling expressed in the first poem. I use to do mission work and I would direct teams where they needed to go, cook for tons of people and work with so many children. I loved it. I loved being part of something big. Its hard when its just you again.Simply Sarah