Senryu

The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
How can I tell you of my pain?
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Love
The Love One day, I met a lover on the roadside, And then a long conversation began, side by side. I asked him, "Why is your attire pale green? Why do your desolate eyes hold a watery sheen?"
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Fast Food
An oxymoron Lurks in the innocuous Name of this odd fare
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Signature
Like my signature I bear little resemblance To my given name ——————————- Author’s Note: I don’t dislike my name that much, it’s just what’s coming out today. I can already hear what my non-existent therapist might say it’s really about. But he’s wrong I tell you, wrong! And not worth the fee I’m not paying him.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
Mariah Carey
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rogue Elephant
Beware great power Drunk on rage and vanity An id made a god
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Lonely Road
The road is lonely when night falls deep, An endless stretch where shadows creep. Each step I take feels hollow and cold, A path of stories long untold.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets
Shelf Life
An overdue book Am I, dreading the cold shelf But sure to return
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets