Hand-made theory

A Poem by rumnaz islam

Every single time,

I am wrong.

I put up gorgeously decorated logic

ladies and gentlemen, yet, never clap!

I fail.

Answers to those theoretical questions,

the algebra, the graphs

and all the valid explanations

draw in drowning grades.

I plan to shift,

a different department is the space

I feel I belong to:

where,

already set formulas earn you marks

and mainly respect, of not losing.

I will follow, yet, my dream is to lead.

I will let go and stop figuring out:

I promise. But please,

show me a smile!

i will tell you how i lost mine.

Love for new ways and thoughts of designing concepts.

But the application welcomes the next stage-breaking villain.

creating a more cruel scenario every day, every night.

There is no boundary of growth.

The series of drama then begins

under the gold of sun:

Spring flowers drinks in gulps of pouring poison

vigorous, vicious doses from the water bearer.

I want to kill him.

Kill the bearer,

who kills smiles to cries

days to nights

and bewitch melancholy under the moonless sky.

© 2016 rumnaz islam

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Ana

Wow, a great use of words. I'm not into poetry, but sometimes it really interests me, like your poems and Shadowkai's are the ones that really get to me. I love your fig language...it makes it even more beautiful

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Thank you Ana.. i am glad you liked it!

Viper

Nice use of your words
Keep it up
Last five lines were beautifully crafted :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Thanks Viper!!

Coyote Poetry

A powerful use of words and thoughts.
"I will follow, yet, my dream is to lead.
I will let go and stop figuring out:
I promise. But please,
show me a smile!
i will tell you how i lost mine.
Love for new ways and thoughts of designing concepts."
The above lines stood out to me. I felt the need to know kindness. The ending left me with the need to know more. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote