NAME WITH NO FAME

"Le nom sans renommée"

Neither my name …. prefix to fame

Nor do my last name…. sparks into flame

All do what I crown, owe to myself

Is this you should own, to be yourself!

Much have appeared to the world

None have appreciated into word

Folks try to hide an era of reality

And jokes ride over the mentality!

What a shame to remain in big bliss?

By those who starve until night…. miss

Could have bit dig out some gold…. money

For have got the joy of being bold honey!

Might not have won any great game

Or taste the best victory in thou name

All do what I have, collected from pray

For that's how I, cling to make my day!

Neither my name …. prefix to fame

Nor do my last name sparks to flame

Could've been in vain, if not shared the pain

And must hold the torch until the last rain!!

By Priyanka Raj

Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry #BluesPoetry #SocialBlues

✨WAITING ✨

From a land is called Africa.

Land of old, gold, and dreams.

Dreams of nice future.

And of course that what we all want indeed .

With a straight direct look.

I search for a chance to catch me, and hook.

As I'm always right, for goodness I never broke.

Waiting is a lesson I'm getting.

And the land of fact I'm not gonna cutting.

In waiting there's a patience.

Leads you to more creation.

Makes you also try to learn from different nations.

In waiting there's a hope ,and fear.

Glory to hope , and the fear you should defeat.

Even if your dream doesn't come true.

Glad to had a life full of passion is pure.

In trying there's no lose.

Here or there what you pray for is yours.

You will gain it no doubt.

But you don't know the place of the meeting here or in the heaven's cloud.

Rest your heart he heard, and accepted.

Leave the date to who owns the certain time. One day everything will be detected.

✨Marwa ✨

24/2/2019

What she sees we cannot know.

Every face is a dialect we interpret

With guesses, insight and a little bit of need.

We can't even visualize the scale:

If she sees a man I would call fat

Does she agree with that?

If she sees tears

Are they of sorrow or of joy?

Perhaps she sees something that annoys.

We will often fail

To read the faces that pass us by.

There is hope for us at least

As long as we strive to try.

maelstrom eyes

and fraudulent smile

inner darkness personified

a square inch stretched taut

throughout the course of a mile

skin deceptively smooth

she is Methuselah

tucked between the Playbook pages

a history of underhanded maneuvers

The goal reflected in our eyes,

An echo of the fire burning deep inside.

No obstacle will serve to block the path,

At best, it can only hope to sidetrack.

Too precious is the reward we'll find,

Once we cross that blessed finish line.

strikingly

quiet confidence exudes

radiance within silence

grace blooms every pore

sight casting similar etudes

finding an alliance

Father provides an encore