Saturday, September 20, 2008

~Keep Poetry~

shining tear
Originally uploaded by Resmi 17

Where do writers go
When doors are no longer receiving
Where do a heart aches
When tears are not falling
I keep falling
Yet I refuse to remain on floor
So I stand beyond the falls
Just being a woman who wipes her tears
That keeps standing with a brave smile
So if you think you snatched away my words
Within a voice of a soul I keep reciting
The world would not call me a poet
Still the poetry in me carries on

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi


Blogger Azer Mantessa said...

when doors no longer receiving, i'll be sharpening my skills

writing resume ... hehehe

*just kidding*

sounds a bit deceiving the poem is.

3:26 PM  
Blogger goatman said...

Doesn't matter what world thinks.
I think that you are a poet and I don't care what the world thinks at all. Lovely words you always have.

12:26 PM  
Anonymous Window Security Bars said...

this is so beautifully written
What a talented poet you are!
Beautiful, magical words, that always touch the heart.


5:05 PM  
Blogger How do we know said...

this is sooo wonderful Nasra!!

Always, the spirit in ur words shows thru sooo clearly... i dont even need to see u to know u r a strong person, a warm hearted, creative person... like only a woman can be...

Am glad to know u, and very, very touched by this poem...

11:09 PM  
Blogger Sam!! said...


Take care

5:01 PM  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

beautifully written, Nasra!

behind these gentle words is a strong woman.

and the last line is perfect: >>Still the poetry in me carries on :)

6:15 AM  
Blogger C.J. Duffy said...

'Where do writers go when doors are no longer receiving? Why theu go back an knock again until someone listens or else they go and find some new doors. Doors will open for you, certainly with this kind of wonderful poetry.

3:24 AM  
Blogger Citizen of Earth said...

There are some things that cannot be taken
Some things that will not break
There are some things that will never leave you
Keep you
Need you
For their own sake

10:01 AM  
Blogger Don Iannone said...

Nasra: Hello! How are you?

Poetry is our blood. It flows through us, sustaining us, putting color in our cheeks, connecting us to the whole of life. Poetry is its own reward; like the whole of art. Consider yourself blessed. Blessings. Don

5:18 PM  
Blogger starry nights said...

you write some awesome poems and I love everyone of them.

6:34 PM  
Blogger krystyna said...

I can tell AMEN to all your beautiful comments!

Love your poem!
My best wishes to you, dear Nasra!

6:22 PM  
Anonymous gel said...

You have a poet's soul.
You write as a poet.
You think and dream as a poet.
You are a poettess i admire.

Your blog friend/sister,

11:06 PM  

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