When no one but the passing time hears,
I occasionally shout out the words of longing.
When the confused sky is my only witness,
I wander down the path of hazy memories –
That’s where we bump into each other
And linger in something
That was too hopeless to last –
Yet too rare to ever fully disappear.
© Noora (2016)
Perfectly Still
The day
Refuses to die
Evening birds
Quietly comfort
The wordless sky
Bittersweet concerto
Inspires me
To write
My own
But some poems
Are better left
Unwritten
The day
Refuses to die
Raindrops lie
On sleepy flowers
Perfectly still
Like sorrow
Almost forgotten
© Noora (2015)
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P.S. I’m on a long break from work and will be able to read/comment more regularly again. Please, be patient with me as I catch up on your recent posts a blog at a time.
Beautiful chaos
Twilight melts into starlight
Violent longing
© Noora (2015)
Haikus are NOT my forte, but I give them a try every now and then. I found this piece while going through my journals.
Skin on skin
Yet not close enough
Breathing you in
Desperately
Until you
Vanish
Like mist
On forgotten valleys
Where birds
Preach about
What-ifs and used-to-bes
Where the crescent moon
Reminds me of
How your hands
Loved me
Before dawn
Where a ghost choir
Serenades
Overplayed love songs
Where loneliness
Embraces me
Poetically
© Noora (07/2015)
Note: I never meant to be away this long, but life has a way of changing directions suddenly. 🙂 Please, be patient with me as I catch up on your recent posts – a blog at a time. I’m trying my best to focus on reading/commenting your work more regularly again. It’s great to be back. I’ve missed you!! Love and inspiration. Always. – Noora
Like impatient swans
In early spring
When the snow was still
Unwilling to melt
You flew into my world
Just a little too early
While my eyes were still
Desperately staring
At the horizon
Of my fading dreams
Like a serendipitous light
In midwinter
When the sun was still
Struggling to shine
You invited me to surrender
Just a little too early
While I was still
Learning
To fly
Again
But I do remember
The possibility
Of a new journey
When the swans
Arrive again
Just a little too early
To survive…
© Noora (03/2015)
In celebration of my blog’s 3rd anniversary, I decided to re-blog my most viewed poem, which happens to be Afterglow. To comment or “like” the poem – please click on “view original”, thank you! Inspiration, love & good madness. – Noora
Alone
In the afterglow
Lying here
In our memories
Reminiscing
How it felt to be
An inspiration
For your
Creative fingertips
How I melted
Like soft clay
In the hands
Of a dedicated sculptor
As you made me
Your secret masterpiece
And yours alone
I still am
In the afterglow
Of our love
Reminiscing
How it felt
To unfold you
With my love
One layer at a time
How my hopeful lips
Stole your breath
And made it ours
In the kiss
Of truths
And expectations
And still tonight
I breathe our love
When I escape to the place
Where yesterday’s spark
Still flames
Where unwritten poems
Sensuously moan
Where you stay
With me
Unforgettable
In the afterglow
© Noora
Image source/art work: © Leonid Afremov.
UNTITLED
I want to touch you
Yet not touch you
The fragile light
Wanders across
Your slumbering hills
And inviting valleys
But I am still
Like morning dew
On sleepy flowers
Absorbing poetry
At its finest
I want to touch you
Yet not touch you
But memorize
Each curve
And pathway
With my poet’s eyes
Until I melt
Into the scenery
© Noora
NOTE: I realized I never finished this piece because I decided to use “slumbering hills and inviting valleys” in my poem called: Poetry in the Air– please, feel free to read it.
ONE-NIGHT STANDS
Adrift
Like my
Night-time poems
Replayed memories
For no one to view
Silent sorrow
For no one to interpret
Protected secrets
Never meant to see
The daylight
Lyrical one-night stands
Forgotten
In the morning
When my yesterday
Turns into
Someone else’s tomorrow
Where I am nothing
But a haunting sunset
© Noora
ABANDONED
My skin
Still aches
From where
Your fingertips
And lips
Traced pathways
And marked territory
You never claimed.
We both burned
With the same fire
But why am I
The only one
Left smoldering
© Noora
MEMORIES
Sometimes
They come
And stay
Uninvited
And play
With the strings
Of my heart
Slowly
Soulfully
Refusing
To leave
Like an adagio
© Noora
They are NOT new (!) and not in any specific order. I wasn’t sure about posting them (at all) because “One-night stands” and “Abandoned” are slightly depressing. I often edit my old drafts/notes (written years ago), but I doubt I’d ever work on these pieces again, so, perhaps it’s time to set them free – and most of all get over my “nothing to post” stress. Ha!
Love, laughter, inspiration
Always
– Noora
In celebration of the #WorldPoetryDay, I’m re-blogging my very first post. I wrote this piece back in 2009 – when poetry found me again. I honestly can’t believe it’ll be six years this year… feels like yesterday, yet so long ago at the same time. Which one of YOUR poems is the most significant to you, and why?! Please feel free to link your poem in the comments section below – I’d love to read it. Happy World Poetry Day! – Noora
Two poets
Two muses
Enjoying life
Reading Neruda
Tasting consonants
And vowels
Fine words
Perfectly placed
Two poets
Two muses
Naked
Except
For the jewelry
Her hair
Slightly tangled
Morning mist
In my eyes
Two poets
One poem
Escaping
Exploring
Hopeless
Crazy
Love
Two worlds
One language
Unwritten story
© Noora (2009)
I wish
I could
Melt
From your touch
Gracefully
Like a snowflake
Melts
Into its warm
Resting place
Leaving shivers
Of beauty
In its wake
I wish
I could
Merge
Into your melody
Become
An undying piece
Of music
That will never
Fade
I wish
I could
Because
Without
Your touch
Without
Your melody
I am nothing
But a mute
Wanderer
You are
The voice
In my world
Of music
© Noora (03/2015)
I wrote this piece while waiting for my muse to fly back to me. Some of you may recognize the first verse – I recycled it from my old piece: “Déjà vu” (October, 2013) – it never felt finished to me.
Image: Victor Karlovich Schtembergand (1863-1921), Sirens by the Sea.
I found this extraordinary painting from Aquileana’s intriguing and inspiring blog!
Hope you all have an inspiring week, filled with love, laughter and good madness!
Maybe we were trees
In our former life
Side by side
Roots deeply tangled
Branches barely touching
And when the Moon
Performed its sonata
Our leaves sang
The same melody
Lovers
Dreamers
Runaways
Found a safe haven
From our shelter
Seasons changed
People changed
Yet we were always
Growing together
In love and beauty
Side by side
Perhaps then
We decided that
We would be poets
In this life
Growing together
In love and beauty
Although
Seasons have changed
People have changed
And even we are no longer the same
Our roots still lie
Firmly
In a fertile soil
© Noora (2014)
Image source: Pinterest/several random websites. I wish I knew who took this picture. I hope they don’t mind me using it.
