Monday, July 24, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: When Fools Rush In



When Fools Rush In

When fools rush in, pain comes out, unburied by tears, which red eyes spout



When fools jump forward, the ground moves near

And they’re trampled, underfoot, beneath their fear



Of being rejected, forgotten, despised

The fools so often believe the lies, told by careless, sweet faced doves

Hiding their claws and laughing at love



Which fools all share, with no great care, to receive in turn, an equal fare



Something more than stale thick air, which chokes their necks and brings despair



Raining down upon their face, as bleeding hearts move on in haste

To find another to replace, the missing love which they all waste



On each and every newfound face, for which their foolish hearts may race



Against the time before the fall, comes once again to turn them all, into another mangled doll, that waits for loving hands to hold



Again a heart left in the cold, like a lump of dull shined gold, hidden beneath heaps of coal, never to be adored by a soul



When fools rush in, they close their eyes, and pray to catch a heart which flies



Someday to them with open arms, and burns with flames, to which love swarms

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Coloration


Coloration

Colours, colours, all around; colors, colors, falling down

Colours, colours, dark and fair; colors, colors, everywhere



Shades of blue, deep and sad; shades of red, blushing mad

Shades of green, glowing bright; shades of black, cool midnight



Shades of yellow, feather light; shades of cloudy, speckled white

Shades of brown, earthy mounds; shades of colours, round and round



Colours, colours, all around; colors, colors, melting down

Colours, colours, dark and fair; colors, colors, everywhere



To the left and to the right, soft and loud, all in sight



Colours here and colors there; colours, colours, everywhere!

 
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Constant Abandonment



Constant Abandonment

You smile so easy as you tell me you’re leaving, and I want so much to believe when you say you’ll return



But you’re averting your eyes and I’m sensing the lies, as you kiss both my hands and I make no demands



What if I should say I wish you to stay—would you still run away and desert me this day?



Why waste the breath when I know you will go—why question for answers I don’t want to know?



It’s a difficult thing, watching your back—as you drift out of reach, your cold footprints I track



I’m searching for a shadow in the pitch black of night; I’m chasing a ghost, and being tricked by the light



Many times you pop up when I give up all hope, and I hang on to you from the edge like a rope



If you snap and I fall, I’m destined to break



If you loved me at all, you’d remain here for my sake


 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, July 3, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Short Sentiments



Short Sentiments

Discovery—your guard is down; you’re standing in the line of fire and I just might have a shot

My heart is loaded, my hands are shaking; I could find the trigger if my head would stop racing



Analysis—you’re not yourself; you seem confused and out of sorts, like someone else is wearing your skin which doesn’t quite fit their frame



Impression—your weakness is becoming; I am in awe of your vulnerability

It has brought you well within reach of my grimy, outstretched hands



Diaphanous—my intentions are not obscured; I’ll work hard and catch you fast

There’s no telling how much longer you’ll be off your pedestal



Impulsion—you’re closing down; I must steal into your mind and take hostage of your thoughts



For if I let you shut back up, I may never make it in

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad