His kisses were like the setting sun
Kissing goodbye to the mountain tops
They left me feeling warm, soft
I melted to his touch
He kissed me slowly
Like he wanted to memorize
Every curve, every ridge of my mouth
Never rushing, he held me tenderly
The back of my head in his hand
His fingers scrunched up in my hair
Guiding me, leading me deeper
A soft nip on my lower lip
Sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my veins
He made me feel alive
Like I could feel not just my heart
But every part of me, fluttering
I felt myself move to his rhythm
I held his face in my hands
It fit perfectly
Just the way his lips fit mine
And that’s how I knew we belonged
His hand in my hair, mine holding his perfect face.
– R
Poetry
To a Martyr
They found her like that
Forehead on the ground
Hands by the side
Her back resembled
the remains of burnt coal
A bag lay by her side
The contents scattered around
By the force of the bomb
The Quran lay open
“And say not of those who are slain in the way of Allah: ‘They are dead.’ Nay, they are living…
When they turned her
For the final wash
Tears gushed from their eyes
Like water from a broken dam
The Noor was blinding
Brighter than the sun
This is what it looks likes
To die in the way of Allah
Within difficulty lies success
Symphony
It’s 3am and the city is asleep
a light breeze rustles the green leaves
the swings swing back and forth
an owl flies in from the north
Th pale moon hangs low
as the wispy clouds pass slow
the light of the moon shimmers
making the waves quiver
and dance happily
crashing against the rocks
creating simple symphony
-RiRi
Somewhere
Somewhere a girl strikes a match
and lifts the heavy brass latch
tiptoes out barefoot and runs
freely towards the hazy horizon
Somewhere a little boy hides
his innocent eyes witness the fight
not knowing whether he will survive
he prays to God for dear life
Somewhere a man returns home
he pauses at the front door
he hears a scream and a cry
and the whisper of a goodbye
Somewhere a mother cries
on the grave where her son lies
who died fighting bravely
at the hands of the enemy
-RiRi
To dream or not to dream
My eyes burn as I struggle
To keep them open
Drowsiness takes over me
As it starts to close my eyes
But I don’t wanna go back
Back to the happy world
The world where everything was a fantasy
A world where a I wanted to but couldn’t be
I dread the sleep
As dreams hurt more than reality.
Analysis of “Nothing gold can stay”
The title of the poem is metaphorical and gold represents value and wealth so when it says nothing gold can stay it means that nothing that is precious or of great value in the materialistic way can stay forever. As gold symbolises materialism it wont last for long and it will give us “fake happiness” and another thing is that gold and other things which are money based can take years to accumulate but can be washed away in a millisecond. On the other hand, things having emotion and sentimental values cannot be bought with money and therefore will remain with us throughout our life.
The poet personifies nature with a commonly used term as ‘mother nature’ and I think the hidden meaning behind this is that the poem he has written carries the same message that has been preached for years, yet no one bothers to follow or listen to it.
The poet says “nature’s first green is gold” he compares the colour of nature ‘green’ with something that can be bought i.e. gold. Maybe he is trying to say that nature’s first baby is green that is just as valuable as gold but the he says “her hardest hue to hold” which might mean that green was her hardest hue to hold as it was the most valuable just like gold and it would be taken away from her.
“…a flower” flower symbolises purity, beauty and nature just like a new born baby, and when the poet says “her early leaf’s…” it proves that he is talking about something just born or created. However, he then says, “but only so an hour.” which makes evident that the beauty and innocence will only stay for an hour and then fade away. “Eden sank to grief”, the Garden of Eden has always been symbolic of Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit, so the poet probably wants to say that nature’s first flower, i.e. Adam and Eve were innocent and pure but after a certain time, they too were tempted by the fruit and they had to come down to earth and that’s why Eden was angst. “…dawn goes down to day” just like dawn has to finally depart and the day has to end even gold has to take its leave.
The poem is written in a couplets e.g. “…gold…hold…” etc, and this might indicate that every happiness comes with sorrow or vice-versa. So when nature receives its first gold, she has already accepted that she can’t hold on to it and she says that it will last “…so an hour…”
The poet has used lots of figurative and pastoral language to create vivid imagery, “nature’s first green is gold”, here imagery and alliteration are both used to create a very vibrant opening line that will appeal to the reader. The poet also uses alliteration throughout the poem mostly “S’s” to give a soft and harmonious tone to the poem. The poet uses strong and deep language to express the sadness felt by nature by using words like “grief” and “subsides” instead of not strongly emotive words like unhappiness etc.
All in all I think the poet has successfully conveyed a very meaningful and significant massage through the excellent use of vibrant and lush imagery.
A new beginning
The early morning sun set its eyes on my face
Bringing hope to my life with a new grace
I had to forget the faults I made in my past
to find happiness and peace at last
The walls of my room began to come alive
Every time I saw them with new eyes
The mistakes of my past began to fade away
And an urge to do everything right came my way
The world outside seemed so new to see
And all of a sudden sadness felt far away from me
the flowers that only yesterday seemed so dead
Were now blooming and looking forward to the day instead
I walked through the busy lanes
Forgetting the old sorrow and pain
The past had always been a terrible mess
But this new beginning would be the greatest and best
--RiRi
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