NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #poem

  • The Food Devil

    Hey there lonely girl. Why that look on your face? Wait – you don’t have to say. I know how you’re feeling. If I tell you, and I’m right Will you come with me? I can give you the answer You search for. Trust me.Let me see. Look into my eyes So I can look →

  • My Poems…

    Are not grand Are not craft Are not art They are simple words From the imagination From the heart From the bones From the long-tired muscle Seeking release of a tension From the long-held breath Seeking exhalation From the baffled brain Seeking clarity From the unnamed feeling Seeking expression Which they are all Quite content →

  • Pessimism

    (After Salena Godden)I hear her words and am caught in the upliftBut when the poem’s echo fades, I begin to wonder…Pessimism is for lightweights? This heavyweight begs to differ. There isn’t much to be optimistic about When the sight of me causes a snigger. When my body is reviled and rejected. When I’m seen as →

  • The Beggar

    There I was A beggar for love Not wanting money or food Just wanting to be nourished With a gentle touch As I stood with Arms outstretched A world of people passed me by Afraid of what they saw None cared to look my way Drowning in despair I collapsed to the ground And buried →

  • Dear Facial Hair…

    Why are you there? Are you not aware That people stare? Or do you simply not care? It’s just so bloody unfair! Pray, please do tell me dear, Bearing in mind my despair – What on earth will it take for you To leave my flipping chin bare? →