Poet Poems
Poetry
by Tonmoy Datta Mishu
I can turn sorrow into poetry,
I can turn joy into poetry,
I can turn people into poetry,
I can turn places into poetry.
I can describe situations poetically,
I can love people poetically,
I can hate people poetically,
You may have heard of poetic justice,
I can do justice poetically.
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Reflections of the Self
by Ayatullah Nurjati
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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People like you die young
by Bogdan Dragos
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
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William Shakespeare Epitaph
by William Shakespeare
Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare,
To digg the dvst encloased heare.
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In modern spelling:
Good friend for Jesus sake forbear,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
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good and bad poetry
by Bogdan Dragos
Well,
after you write enough
and try to publish for long enough
you just notice it
There is no such thing as
good
or
bad
poetry.
There's just poetry to which people
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Poetry
by Tonmoy Datta Mishu
I can turn sorrow into poetry,
I can turn joy into poetry,
I can turn people into poetry,
I can turn places into poetry.
I can describe situations poetically,
I can love people poetically,
I can hate people poetically,
You may have heard of poetic justice,
I can do justice poetically.
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Mother Call me Ayatullah Nurjati (After Learning the Legacy of the Saint)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Mother called me Ayatullah Nurjati—two words I made into a blind map for this ever-heavier life.
Back then, I thought only she strung them together.
“Ayatullah,” she said, “Sign of Allah.”
I learned to read it in the wrinkles of my father’s brow,
in prayers stumbling from our mouths too busy complaining.
“Nurjati,” she whispered, “Light of the Teak.”
I thought it an old metaphor,
until I realized: teak isn’t valued in its youth.
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Himmat Kar, Sabr Kar, Bhikar Kar Bhi Nikhar Jaaega Yakeen Kar Sukr Kar Waqt Hain Guzar Jaaega - Wajid Shaikh
by Wajid Shaikh
Yeh wahshat-e-hujum kab tak tujhe juda rakh paaega
Tu jo gaafil hain khud se gaafil kab tak rah paaega
Yeh gardish-e-waqt,ka tazkira kya khu
Sabab tu khaamosiyo ka jaan jaaega
Waqt ki amaanat hain sabhi zakham tujhpar
Waqt hi marham bankar ubhar aaeaga
Hain tujhi par aitbaar har simt,jis simt dekhega
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Oceans Linguistics
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The ocean, rolling into the ocean, is a collection of words in a living dictionary.
Every rolling wave is a phrase, every splash against the reef is punctuation, and every leaping fish is a metaphor waiting to be caught.
For fishermen, these words are captured by nets, unraveled into fortunes and experiences. For poets, these words are struck by pens, woven into pulsating verses.
In this boundless dictionary, every voyage is a sentence, every storm an epic poem, and every island a hidden verse.
The sea is never silent; it simply awaits a keen eye to read it and a brave soul to interpret it.
The Corridor of Truth (A Sonnet)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
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