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A to Z: Q is for Queen


Here are a few poems that may or may not be inspired by poetic asides and may or may not start with the letter Q:

Quiet

Today is quiet
I can't think of a thing to write
my quill is empty and so is my mind
after writing all those other poems
of friends and camp

But I'm not going to quit
there'll be a comeback.

Burn

At first you may think
you got burned
but in reality
it's a lesson to be learned.

Queen

They call me the iPad queen
just because I was the first to use it at school
and was smart in figuring out how to use it and more

But I don't like being called an iPad queen
it may be a little part of me
but I don't feel it's me

I shouldn't be attached to material things
and shouldn't be loved for material things
I should be loved for my personality
and I do see that happening

Things are changing and so is this
but no matter what I'm among
many queens of the faith I follow.

-Fida Islaih
{all writing is copyrighted}

Comments

saniya said…
I was listening to music while reading the last poem and it felt like a song. Went with the beats and stuff. Haha

Sania at Embracing Dawn
Fida Islaih said…
Lol! That's awesome, Sania! (-:
Crystal Collier said…
"My quill is empty" Nice. I'm not sure I've ever experienced that, though I have suffered from "my brain is empty" syndrome. I think zombies suffer from that too...or maybe they just deal with "my brain is gone" syndrome. Hmm.
Fida Islaih said…
I just wanted something clever. But lol! (:
Christine Rains said…
I like the quill is empty too. Not so empty as you might think! :)

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