Room Poems
A Sonnet of She Carries Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
The Room
by Sarah A
Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
......
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
No Room To Be Bitter
by Hébert Logerie
I am not bitter
Now, I feel better
Smarter and stronger
I love people who care
For me, yet I cannot bare
Any animosity to the ones
Who despise me. But I once
Gave a darn: no more, no more
Now I wonder: what for? What for?
I am incredibly better
......
My room
by Suhaila Bawar
Carless death ,
laying on my bed.
Sitting in the corner of my room ,
my knees below my head.
The blackness gleams
And I'm trying to get up on my feet.
And the sorrow beams
in every mournful tear my eyes greet.
Entirely lit up with pain ,
......
A Sonnet of She Carries Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
No Room To Be Bitter
by Hébert Logerie
I am not bitter
Now, I feel better
Smarter and stronger
I love people who care
For me, yet I cannot bare
Any animosity to the ones
Who despise me. But I once
Gave a darn: no more, no more
Now I wonder: what for? What for?
I am incredibly better
......
a dead body in the room
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a dead body in the room
Had to be
Else where did the smell
come from?
Every time he’d turn around to catch
a ghost or a zombie
from the corner of his eyes the smell
......
The Room
by Sarah A
Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
......
