Doodles

 

 

 

 

Doodles/

By Sami Khalil

(Had these feelings of inferiority when I started writing and when my family and friends did not believe in me …)

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I felt like a dud!

In my lonely cogitations

Upon my forgotten doodles

Dissevered from evanescent aeries.

 

I felt tawdry!

In my precious broodings

Upon my cacophonous surmises

Enraptured in fastidious poetic words.

 

I felt helpless!

In my unheard, unseen inwards

Upon melodious heart-strums

Entrailed in recesses of life’s songs.

 

I felt traceless!

In my alternate universe

Upon my scalding babblings

Sky lined of exploding recognitions.

 

I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

When life left him wafting in the breezes

When love left him lapping in the waves

When death left him mourning in past arrears.

Reviews

[Belle]

Sami, I have been here thrice but I was just trying not to comment because I was not sure how far my words can take me, yet I can't resist myself from not sharing my thoughts about this, so here I am. I can feel you completely. It is truly sad when the people we care too much do not appreciate the only important thing that makes us happy and we know we fully posses. It becomes a battle deep within if we will continue to believe in it, in our capabilities or we just let it go because it does not anyway brings happiness to the ones we love-- that each time we pen we feel the guilt somehow; it feels like needles pricking us in the middle of happiness every time we come up with good poetry...

[Frieda P]

Seems for some reason poets don't get much support from their family and friends, I guess they think us odd ducks or something, maybe they're afraid we see and feel things they never could. Apparently, you did it on your own which is worth the price of admission to read your glorious poetry, see, it all works out in the end, lovely as usual my friend. :-)

[Dhaye]

I'm touched with this piece. In my experience, my friends and family are very supportive and they're my fans, too.

Now, you have proven to yourself that you are a poet...a great poet. See how many people on earth are reading and reviewing your poems? We love your works. Actually, I once said to you that you are the philosophical writer here which I really like. I am one of your fans because I always learn a lesson from each piece you share, and even the new vocabularies presented.

This is sad, but I know just a sort of release on your part. Now you can smile because you should no longer feel that way. You've gone far, Sami. For me, you are an excellent writer.

[Blue Lotus]

I felt like a dud!
Upon my forgotten doodles
In my precious broodings
I felt traceless!
I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

Hhahahaha gotta love ya write khalil 100/100

[Sami Khalil]

I felt tawdry!

In my precious broodings

Upon my cacophonous surmises
Sami Khalil

[Sam]

I have been there. Great to come out the other side though to finally embrace the feeling of despair. The loneliness has become a friend and the words run it off again. It is like a butterfly being created a lonely Caterpillar then it closes up and ta da a beautiful butterfly is transformed. Great read and nicely wrote. Thank you for sharing your heart and soul my friend.

[SyberRose]

Superb and sensitive introspection Sami...I can relate...no one in my family is a poet and could care less about poetry or what i write ha...nicely penned...:)

[Jack...]

Well I guess you showed them...I think we all go through this, I barely supported myself when I started writing. Sad but interesting Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

Enraptured in fastidious poetic words.



I felt helpless!

In my unheard, unseen inwards
Sami Khalil

[Sami Khalil]

(Had these feelings of inferiority when I started writing and when my family and friends did not believe in me …)
Enjoy.
We all start a journey somewhere or somehow and some appreciate us and some don't . The most hurtful thing if our family and friends don't believe in us or our ability due to past images or naiive misunderstandings...:)