Faizel Farzee Life Poems

  • 1.
    Rain drops to the sound of my tears
    thoughts storm clouded,
    I wish I could turn back the years
    Erase every mistake, every irrational fear
    ...
  • 2.
    Tortured soul
    He walks this earth alone
    Crying out to be saved
    His heart has turned to stone
    ...
  • 3.
    As these words sweats from my invigorated pen
    Pleading in unison for me to give them wings
    A staunch prayer flows from their soul, to reach their flighted destination
    To have their intoxicating life force drip from generation’s lips touched by the song they inspire to bring
    ...
  • 4.
    As bullets rains misguided
    Promising futures beheaded for daring to dream of a life bettered
    Mother’s tears streaming down streets laced with innocent blood
    Greed, the artist of a colorful masterpiece captures sorrows and lost love perfectly with widowed tears
    ...
  • 5.
    A river trickles seamlessly in an
    eternal stream
    It flows

    ...
  • 6.
    As I journey through the tracks of life, I lost my train of thought

    Emotions avoiding to feel, it's closest touch of feeling, is distraught

    ...
  • 7.
    Smiling face, look how I get lost in her sparkling eyes
    crystal glasses toasting, for this journey's we willingly embark on tonight

    I can see her lustful thoughts
    ...
  • 8.
    Dark is the Absence of light, laughter the absence of fright
    weakness the absence of might, day the absence of night
    Blindness the absence of sight, grounded the absence of flight

    ...
  • 9.
    Time willingly caught in deja vu, Repeating this timeless moment
    I slowly drown in your ocean blue eyes
    In this heated atmosphere,we stuck, icily frozen

    ...
Total 9 Life Poems by Faizel Farzee

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