Monday, January 10, 2011

Troubled Mind

My First Try at Free Verse...



The scent of dirt emanating
from the moistened land.
I stand in wait 
under drops of sorrow
hoping for an epiphany
to settle my doubts 
and clear my mind. 
Calm like the moistened land
on which I stand,
drenched in despair.
Poem By Arslan at 3:01 AM
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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2011 at 5:07 AM

    Very nice, Arslan!

    You got the knack to display the flowing of sadness from your inner self, to words, to reader in a simple and continuous stream of ideas!

    I felt the need for the stanza to go on! It shows you are transferring successfully your feelings!

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  2. ArslanJanuary 10, 2011 at 10:38 AM

    Thank You untony! this poem came to me in the form of a whim created and fueled by the moment(at that time)

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  3. HairymanJanuary 10, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    Sounds more like a prayer than anything else but great none the less.
    Keep up the good work man and hope you get what you are seeking!

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  4. HairymanJanuary 10, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    Waiting to see more posts :)

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  5. ArslanJanuary 10, 2011 at 10:27 PM

    Thanks Hairyman!

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  6. MoonomoJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:40 PM

    Excellent one! "Calm like the moistened land" love it! ;)

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  7. ArslanJanuary 14, 2011 at 8:11 PM

    Thank you Moonomo

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  8. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺January 29, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    Nice imagination...:)

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  9. ArslanJanuary 29, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    Thank You Valli!

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