NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #poetry

  • Warmth

    No matter where I journey In the land of thoughts I always come back to you. Thinking of you is like Returning home On a freezing winter’s day. When the world outside Is cold and forbidding, Memories of you Are warm and inviting. They are the hot cocoa And burning fire That restore feeling To →

  • The P Word

    I had my first adulthood P word at the age of forty-three, Walking around in Birmingham – centre of city. I couldn’t quite believe it when the man said to me As we passed each other on the street, ‘Move it, Paki.’ Not that it was the first time I’d ever heard it, you see →

  • Goodbye

    Is it time for goodbye? It seems too soon. We have just come to be But the signs say I must move on. I cannot stay forever In this place I shouldn’t have entered, Having trespassed boundaries Invisible yet plainly there. I must return to the road Set out for me. Forget I knew you. →

  • Shard of Glass

    So broken, so low No idea where to go Wretched sickness deep within Dirt that just won’t scrub from skin Consuming pain eats alive Cuts at throat with blunt knife Maggots fill the rotting heart Slowly slowly fall apart Love a distant memory Goodness is an enemy Deeply immersed in dark of night Impenetrable to →

  • The Write A Song Song

    The day is done dawning But it’s that kind of morning Where I keep hitting snooze And can’t stop the yawning So I will write myself a song It won’t take very long And it will help me feel alright When I’m feeling all wrong Is this a song though? I don’t really know But →