Last Commented Ghazal Poems (66)

I tried to describe my beloved but I couldn't

My tongue was silent and unable to speak
My pen began to write the sweetest words
He wrote it in describing my love for a girl
You entered my heart and resided in it
A girl with very feminine features
Her hair was so black, it took its color from the darkness of the night
Her wide eyes and her pain took away the beauty of her eyes
Her cheerful spirit was as if the joy had been taken from her smile
Suddenly my pen stopped moving forward
He is passionate about describing her goodness and beauty
Apparently he had never seen someone more beautiful than her
My thoughts were confused with him
Because if we describe one thing, we are confused about describing the beauty of the other thing
When we describe the eyes, we are confused in describing the extremely wonderful facial features
I tried and tried and tried
So I closed my eyes so that I could remember or recall even a little bit
I tried in vain and all my attempts failed
Gentlemen, I will tell you how much I love her
I will tell you what it is for me
She is to me what the soul is to the body
She is to me like the air I breathe
To me it is as the eyes need to see
Humans also need food
The writer also needs his pen.
Just as the thinker needs his thoughts
I think I'm exaggerating how much I love her
Or do you think I am negligent in everything I said?
I will scream to the crowd that I love her
My beloved, a rose among the wonderfully beautiful roses
My dear Nasma Rabie
I was confused to describe it
My mind is paralyzed and my words have stopped because I seem to be stunned.
He was amazed by the beauty of that face, which looked like the full moon on a full moon night
Lost among all those imaginary features
My love, forgive me if the words in your description failed me.
My love, excuse my modesty in expressing my feelings
My love, excuse me
Excuse me........... Excuse me. My question remains for her

How do I tell her.......she has become my whole little world
How do I tell her.......that in her words I soar and fly?
How do I tell her? Her words perfume me like perfume.
How do I tell her? When she speaks to me, my words disappear and thoughts fly away.
How do I tell her? She has become one of my dangerous secrets
How do I tell her? She is a candle that lights up every moment of my life
Then she asked me the reason for my long silence with her
Should I tell her that I envy myself and my soul every moment I hear her?
Or what

When I tell you I love you, I don’t say it out of habit. I say it to remind you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you’re yet to be.

And suddenly, all the love songs were about you.

I love you more than I could ever really say.

I fancy the way your laugh can light up my day.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then maybe you’d understand why I fancy you.

I fancy you and all of the wonderful things you’ve brought into my life.

Fancying you is one of my favorite things to do.

The day I met you, I found the piece of me I didn’t know was missing. I fancy you, this relationship and the better part of me you brought out.

I wish I could turn back the clock. I’d find you sooner and love you longer.

I didn’t know it was possible to love everything about someone until I met you.

Have I mentioned how lucky I am to love you?

I’m so grateful I get to love you.

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve done in my life.

When you fall in love with someone’s personality, everything about them becomes beautiful.

Should I drop u a note
naturally, l am eating alone
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Ur a no-show
screwing in the shadows
likely doing the three famous maestros
Larry, Curly, and I hope
U choke
on Moe.
I'm sorry but feeling pretty low
I'm losing my Piedmont pillow
I remember u long ago
u tried to corner the market playing the blues on a banjo
Made sense maybe since lock-in a cellar sits a dusty jazz piano
Then lockjaw denies u fame and fortune blowing
the piccolo
always known for ur solos
this was before wearing out ur welcome on the cello,
Started as a joke
writing "Ode
to The Twilight Zone"
staring the fallen saint, Billie Joe
the story goes
before fleeing on rails like a hobo
down Mt. Kilimanjaro
she had an episode
losing her halo
slipping from her dome
while dipping her bent toe
into the dark cosmos
but caught the eye of fire breathing hippo
in mid-pounce feasting on a giant translucent minnow.
yet the halo plunged like an oscillating dildo
topping the speed of light (what did Einstein know),
when heading for ground zero
but caught on film in slow-mo.
Oddly snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic hallucinating gringo.
Never scare off any black feather bedfellows
Each of them has a mind of their own
Scavengers are at home
grilling up some squirming lizard toads.
on the sunbaked back roads,
like on US 95 thru Mosco
not in Russia but Idaho
and yet the halo continued to roll
for years though God only knows
till it finally landed in Chicago
on the Antiques Roadshow
shown off by an old crone
or was it Saint Billie Joe
incognito
sporting a big nose
who lived alone
making a cameo?
Drooling over its host
a fat sweaty long fellow
who smelled like pork roast.
Sampled his ear lobe
on milk buttered toast
out doing Van Gogh
mesmerized by horizons aglow
but tripping on too much ginkgo.
Anyway, my hat off to those
poor blokes,
seeing nothing that doesn't show
dreaming of giving up the ghost
depending on the cash flow
soon on the back of an icy slope
surfing down the hills of Glasgow
yet these days at end of their rope
with necktie yokes
now a foot off the flo,
swinging low
to the tune of Desperado
fading in/out on solid-state radio.
Again, the Silent Telephone
landmines another mofo!

the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves... you don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her... if you love someone, let them go. if they return to you, it was meant to be. if they don't, their love was never yours to begin with... love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts ... who says love never lives, maybe we have never lived.... some love lasts a lifetime. true love lasts forever... if love is great, and there are no greater things, then what i feel for you must be the greatest... love is like playing the piano. first you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.... if i could reach up and hold a star for every time you have made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand... we all want to fall in love. why? cause that experience makes us feel completely alive. where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. it may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. but that doesn't diminish its value, because we are left with memories that we treasure to the rest of our lives.... never underestimate the power of love... the way to love anything is to realize it may be lost.,,, the heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all... music is love in search of a word.

Can we ever count our cost,
When this long journey
seem to have been lost
where do you find a smile
to put on your face?
When the truth is on the inside it
feels I've fallen from Grace
Will we ever find our way home,
Or stay stuck in this place,
where hope seem dead and gone.
Would have bid time wait
If only it didn't fly without the glimpse of a smile.

Now who the hell you are
PUBLIC ?!?

Neither you are my FRIEND
Nor you are my TREND

Neither you reply to my MAIL
Nor you accept you are FAIL(ed)

You still talk on ME
You still staying like a TREE

You are good through your LENS
but
This is diabolical murder of my SENSe


[ am so weired(advuta) i dont need you lunermaug who talks in their own circle with two eyes only !!!]

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. this inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. it is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

YOU’RE SMILE

How can this be a smile so captivates me
So wide and bright, I feel my heard shutter, take flight
A smile that travels so tenderly and fans a flame where none would be
It will never be wasted, totally appreciated, to know that smile is for me
It’s been that way from the start a smile so binding it held my heart
So my darling forgive when I stare, your smile is your breath, my air

~ Do you Want me ~

Tell me why?

Are you lonesome too

Are the days getting lonely

Sometimes do you feel mighty blue

Do you want someone that wants you

That special one that cares

Do the days and nighttime's seem longer

Wishing that I was there

Missing hands that hold you tenderly

Wanting the feel of their wanting too

Whispering softly that you love me

Hearing me answer, Yes I do

Wanting to be taken care of

Someone to take care of you

Years of loneliness will be over

When we will be together

Like all other lover's do ~

Wanting you forever ~ Yes I do ~

Romantic Poet
JimEee