English Korner Competition For Month Oct 08

Asalaam u Alikum Everyone ,

Topic This time for Competiton is

" Loneliness "

You have to share Poetry On this Topic , can be of your own or any poet .

Keep In Mind :

1. One sharing per person
2. Write auther's name if known

Last date for Competiton is 20th Oct

Members are requested to Participate

[Mr Meer]

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise eachother
have to sleep together in one bed-that is
when loneliness receives the rivers...

[Bheegi-Palkain]

Assalam-o-Alikukm Wr Wb

Eid Mubarak

Ya me ki taraf sy ...

Loneliness

Loneliness comes and goes...
At nights and weekends it often grows...
The pain to face and mend...
From a heart bleeding inside...
Loneliness, without the touch...
Over time taking to much...
To cry, and shed the tears that fall...
For the one, and need to call...
To hear the voice and just say Hi...
From loneliness and a heart waving "goodbye"
Man and woman, different to be...
Blinded by loneliness, in the tears they cry...
Communication sought by just a few...
While others are making tracks for someone new...
To fill the void and lie...
Only to find loneliness in the tears they cry...
Pride for some will take...
The life of the other as love is foresaked...
And though it is not kind...
The loneliness we sometimes find...
But remember love does abound...
And one day again, will be found...
To create a life of happiness...
You must endure the trials of
"loneliness"

[Barbie Doll Jiya]

Loneliness

The Silence Is killing
With Loneliness Gapeing
Making Me Feel Like A Weird Person
I Am Marooned In This
Thronged World....
In The Forest Of Silence
The Fruits Bear No Humane..
The Deadly Hunt For Existence..
Making The Inerself Die..
In The Plethora Of Spryness
Where Is The Human..
Who Loved The Life..
In This Chaos and Chasm
With The Human On Avalance
Where Is The Human Who
Love The Life Charm...
The Cry Of Loneliness Is Lost
With The Cover Of Success Lying At The Top
With The World Of Soul
Gets No Ears & The
Outer World Sneers....
With The Innerself Crying
I Am Lost
'The Silence Killing
And The Loneliness Gapeing'

Author:-Srishti Shrivastava

[...CrUsHeD...]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LONELINESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

by Rebecca Drollinger

It is cold today
Indeed the rain is falling and I am alone.
Thoughts of life and love,
meaningless to anyone but myself.
I am alone.

They watch me, their eyes not knowing,
knowing nothing of what they see.
I am but another creature, alone.
They scurry on the surface, unaware,
unaware of the life below
when you are alone.

LONELINESS, not a burden nor a sorrow,
but a time of solace, of deepness
never to be shared, never to be understood.
They can never reach the place where I am
And I know I will never reach the place where they are.
I know I don't want to reach that place.
True happiness is here, unmisted.
Unmisted by smiles or laughter,
unmisted by the joys of company.

To find true happiness,
to know if one is truly happy,
he must be happy alone.

[Pukhtana_4_Lyfe]

Loneliness

Loneliness is darkness
A never-ending night.
Even though the black won’t go away,
You’ll never fall asleep.

Because loneliness sparks a fear
And unlike other nightmares
Awakening will not vanish it;
For the darkness is too strong
To allow any rest.

It makes memories into ghosts
And dreams into spirits.
Too vague to remember
Too important to forget.

[Inn0c3nt_Eyes]

Question:

Can it ONLY be Poetry ?

[baby_princess33]

Loneliness

Loneliness is blue like sadness.
It tastes like a sour lime with salt on it.
It smells like rotten food and causes madness.
For fun it likes to do nothing but bad things.
While almost everything makes it angry
Everything makes it sad,
But nothing makes it happy.

Loneliness is smaller than you and me,
But bigger than peoples' minds.
Happiness is its enemy,
But nothing can be its friend.
Loneliness keeps its happy feelings in a secret place.

Its favorite place is in peoples' minds.
But it hates to be anywhere else.
Making people feel bad is its greatest success.
Not cheering people up it is greatest failure.
Loneliness makes me feel as sad as a deserted island.

[Chicky]

Desert Places

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

Robert Frost

Chicky added 1 Minutes and 18 Seconds later...

Originally Posted by Inn0c3nt_Eyes

Question:

Can it ONLY be Poetry ?

Yes Poetry Only

[~mahi~]

Oh ALLAH

Alone, in the darkness of my night
In the loneliness of my path
My worries weigh me down
My sins pain me


Alone, I supplicate to YOU and I hope
From my sins I complain
I have no one but YOU
I am at YOUR door


So forgive a servant who intimately calls YOU
O Allah, O Allah
YOU are all hope, From YOU is guidance
O Allah, O Allah


O Allah give me YOUR guidance
For I am still imprisoned
Of disobedience I am no longer capable
So illuminate my paths and forgive my sins
For I am poor and in need of YOU



My heart has returned to walk on the path
Full of joy and longing, flying to YOU
And its only hope is gaining YOUR pleasure
On the day of meeting YOU
YOU are the Omnipotent......!!!!!!

[sweetestgirl_safura]

The God of Loneliness

It’s a cold Sunday February morning
and I’m one of eight men waiting
for the doors of Toys R Us to open
in a mall on the eastern tip of Long Island.
We’ve come for the Japanese electronic game
that’s so hard to find. Last week, I waited
three hours for a store in Manhattan
to disappoint me. The first today, bundled
in six layers, I stood shivering in the dawn light
reading the new Aeneid translation, which I hid
when the others came, stamping boots
and rubbing gloveless hands, joking about
sacrificing sleep for ungrateful sons. “My boy broke
two front teeth playing hockey,” a man wearing
shorts laughs. “This is his reward.” My sons
will leap into my arms, remember this morning
all their lives. “The game is for my oldest boy,
just back from Iraq,” a man in overalls says
from the back of the line. “He plays these games
in his room all day. I’m not worried, he’ll snap out of it,
he’s earned his rest.” These men fix leaks, lay
foundations for other men’s dreams without complaint.
They’ve been waiting in the cold since Aeneas
founded Rome on rivers of blood. Virgil understood that
death begins and never ends, that it’s the god of loneliness.
Through the window, a clerk shouts, “We’ve only five.”
The others seem not to know what to do with their hands,
tuck them under their arms, or let them hang,
naked and useless. Is it because our hands remember
what they held, the promises they made? I know
exactly when my boys will be old enough for war.
Soon three of us will wait across the street at Target,
because it’s what men do for their sons.

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