Tag Archive: poetry


Raindrops, Tears

The raindrops, are just like my tears,
Dropping on my body, my sorrow, no one hears.
Thinking of her, going on her way,
I think of her, the person, most premier.

Thinking about those fantasies with her,
The memories were never blurred.
Thinking about what we could have been,
My least favorable outcome occurred.

Those good times with you were just short,
Like the rains, not falling, just drops.
Leaving me alone, being melancholy,
Leaving me alone, regretting, non-stop.

These days, the storms, rains, being near.
Those raindrops, or are they, my tears.

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Deja Vu

Among all the others,
You are the one who glitters.
Why is it like this?
Can’t be explained, I even wonder.

My companions just don’t know,
That in my diary, thou art my soul.
Thou hath been long in my mind,
And in my mind, thou shalt forever glow.

Hard to forget thy ever gestures,
Thy green jewel-like eyes, with slight pressure.
Hard to forget thy mild smile,
Just like in summer, the sunny leisure.

I said to myself, that I need to move on from you,
But till today, I have still never got through,
Actually, I just want my time with you, to be a ‘deja vu’!

Paper Plane

As I looked into the sky, I saw a jet gliding to the east.
I looked down to my wrist, seeing her given beads.
Memories of her rush to my melancholic mind,
She is already long gone, I should heed.

I picked up a paper, and made a paper plane.
Slowly and steady, the plane began its campaign.
I closed my eyes, and made a little wish,
The plane flew, like a free bird, unchained.

Hoping the plane will complete its journey,
Quick or slow, a long way without hurry.
All the way, just to see her once,
Just catch the gaze of her eyes, the ultimate jewellery.

If she somehow sees the plane, she might appreciate the art.
This, would warm up the diary, the diary of my heart.

Diary

In the middle of the night, I stared to the dark.
Reading the diary, deep down in my heart.
Feeling like Romeo on stage,
Because you brighten up my page.

Since the first page you appeared in my diary,
You transformed into a holy fairy.
I wish the diary could get thicker each year,
And the main characters remain together, forever.

Those Days

‘Those Days’ (Hayes)

Looking back,
The night that belonged to me and you.
Nothing seems to lack,
Just an enticing night of me and you.

In an instant,
I have too much to say.
We will soon be separated by distance,
I’d only enjoy before the sun fades.

Even tomorrow might be filled with starlight,
It is nowhere near as beautiful,
As tonight’s alluring sight,
Seeing your smile, I feel blissful.

My lonesome, sealed heart was shaken by thy appearance.
Although we parted, thou made my life an elegance.

 

 

Gloomy Modern Days

The ideas of true love, and soulmates, in modern day relationships, are merely utopian. Maybe, just maybe, what we are seeking for, are not the so-called ‘true love’, or ‘soulmates’, but just a person whom you shared so much precious experienced with or someone who gave you so much irreplaceable memories, that you are reluctant to let that person go.

So, what would be the most crucial thing that you look for or expect in love? Is it like the mutual, childish, but kinda shy confession like in Little Manhattan? Would it be a person who would always plan carefully for the future, to make sure everything is okay in the relationship? Would it be a scene, where you and your loved one are walking along the beach, leaning on each other, and watching the sunrise together?

Think about this, think of your favourite moment, were you alone? Or were you with someone? Life is certainly better with company (Up in the Air). Perhaps, the most important element in a relationship, is the consistency, so that the mutual love would never change and the high point of the relationship would last long enough. That is the most attractive yet mysterious thing in love, which traps people to seek for love, despite being hurt again and again.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
         Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
         Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
         Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
(John Keats, Bright Star)
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d
(Alexander Pope)
This Alexander Pope’s quote is an interesting one. In general, it is about the chaste women devoting their lives to serving God, and cutting themselves off from real life. They are happy, because they can be ignorant to the burdens, and negativity in real life. The vestals, and the world don’t think about each other. The ‘eternal sunshine’ in line 3 refers to a mind that does not dwell on tribulations from the past and dissociates itself from anything from reality, thus being able to experience the true bliss, the true happiness. And therefore, they are able to accept every prayer, and they are able to demit themselves from their unrealistic wishes.
I like this poem, because it can serve as a comfort to individuals who are suffering from emotional problems. Well, is detaching from reality the best way of escapism? It may be a short-term remedy, but in the long run, you still need to face the problem, yourself. Running away from the problem never helps, because the ‘eternal sunshine’ in the poem is unrealistic. Everyone has problems that he/ she has to deal with. That differentiates our life stories, as we are all different, and we have different chapters in our lives. A successful life belongs to the ones who can overcome difficulties, and enjoy life while surrounded by obstacles, any time, anywhere.

10 Downing Street in Hayesland

‘Alcohol makes me sober,
for it makes me super-super!’
says King Hayes with his Budweiser treat,
at the biggest pub of Hayesland, 10 Downing Street.

‘Down it! Down it! Down it!’
says the drunk who never quits.
He thus named the pub, with the liquor wheat,
Down it, Down it, 10 Downing Street!

’24 hours in a day,
24 beers in a case’
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Keep me well-fed, stock up the brew!

Hayesland is the ‘La La Land’,
with the most premier liquor in hand.
A glass of nice wine a day,
Keeps your discomfort away!

The Fable of Hayesland (1)

 Hayesland, the most pleasant nation on the orb,
where quality of life is top.
It is a place where ideals are achieved,
a place with anything but grief.

Life in Hayesland is the most delightful,
every citizen is treated as part of the royal.
It all thanks to the government formed by Hayes,
who are well-known as the ‘Fifty Shades of Hayes’.

Citizens in Hayesland are joyous,
they always say ‘Thanks for delivering a good life to us.’
They need no worried mind,
Their contentment is an eternal sunshine.

Peace in country comes from comprehensive welfare,
Which is what the monarch mostly care.
Everyone is guaranteed with basic needs,
Only luxury is on the business deed.

In such a decent society, they do regulate
the people who want to come and stay.
To assure the quality of life within,
they set immigration rules to keep the citizen’s grin.

To move to Hayesland you have four ways,
If you succeed your fame and glory raise.
They are nothing easy but if you are on board,
You will receive your papers as the ultimate reward.

If you somehow get on to wedding carriage,
With a Hayesland citizen in a marriage,
You have the right to claim a passport,
Since Hayes, for the sake of a family, shalt not deport.

 If you can kick the ball with your feet,
You are welcome to join Hayesland’ sports elites,
To compete on behalf of Hayesland for glory,
To make the most of your life story!

 A beautiful mind thou hath got,
Easy can you obtain a passport,
For we Hayesland value thoughtful thoughts,
Thou canst help us build our Camelot!

 Final way of immigration is through investments,
This, however, gives you a limited time in heaven,
Since wealthy bastards shalt not be tolerated,
As they will eventually be badly hated.

So there has been a ‘Blind-date with a book’ event in university since the start of this week. I, as an English student, have always loved to read books apart from the ones in the course because reading them is as boring as watching the grass grows inch by inch. Also, I was attracted by the word ‘Blind-Date’ as it sounds like there are good books there, and it is only £2 for a book. So I thought, ‘Why not? Maybe the worst book I could get is a 50 shades of Bloody Grey.’

Having the preparation of getting myself into the book with terrible lines (like ‘His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something’, ‘I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of the communist manifesto.’, and ‘Holy Crap! He’s wearing a white shirt!’), I went into the book store, and looking for my book, my soulmate, the ONE book I can date. I am usually not lucky in lottery and things, so I doubt I would really get a book I really like, but a book that allows me to escape from the torture of the English Literature Essay Writing would do the job, as a One Night Stand with a book.

The ‘Blind-Date’ books were covered in cardboard covers with descriptions of genres and a quote written on it. There were like 5, with 3 being poetry, which had been eliminated because I’ve had enough of poetry lately. The other one is mystery. Well, not too much of a fan of mystery as I have the memory of a gold fish and I will definitely forget some details in the book before I try to solve the mystery as Detective Chan. The last one…. the genre says ‘Theatre’. I remember some people say the word ‘theatre’ when they actually mean ‘cinema’, so I thought ‘Oh dear, it must be made into a film, so it must be quite good.’ I never have an expectation of it being like my favourite Nicholas Sparks’ books, but at least it’s a film. The worst case is that it would have the title of some…numbers like 50, and something grey? I did not look at the quote as I could not read that hand-writing and I thought it would not matter much. So, I bravely picked it up, and took it to the check-out and purchased it.

Then, I took it home, and slowly unwrapped my ‘date’. ‘Well even if it is 50 Shades of Grey, it’s fine, at least it would allow me to escape from the literature course.’ …. I tore the cardboard slowly from the middle, and I saw a logo, which literally made me mourn for the £2 I paid for that. The logo, is a well-known one. Well played, Penguin. I looked at the title, it says ‘Hedda Glaber and other Plays’ by Henrik Ibsen. Oh My God, this is worse than getting the grey book. It’s like going to a blind-date, and you think you picked up a fit bird, but it turns out that it is literally a bird. I never thought they would put those kinds of literature in the event, it’s like hiding a landmine under a rocky road where no one could see. Well played, well played.