NaPoWriMo no.9: The Sealed Voice

Alright, I've to stop slacking off and start working on my proposal. But before that, here it is my poem for today called "The Sealed Voice".

The Sealed Voice

The voice is sealed.
Listen. Gust of air
Permeates the dark room.
The chained windows daubed
With dust.
Dolorous eyes look,
Upon the unopened windows.
The wallpaper of metal walls knitted.
 No doors. No light.
Listen. The voice is sealed.
And the windows could never be
Opened, Unlocked, Freed.

-Nuruljannah-

NaPoWriMo No.8: Hope might be my enemy

Ah, the next challenge for day 8 is composing a poem in Ottava Rima. What's Ottava Rima? Some kind of food or Japanese name? Nah, it's "a rhyming stanza form of Italian origin (Wikipedia a.k.a humans' best friend) and consists of the following pattern: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c. Okay, here goes my first poem in Ottava Rima called "Hope might be my enemy".

Hope might be my enemy

Hope might be my enemy,
My heart could not see,
As you are its remedy,
Even you are the deadly bee,
Hope is callous and empty,
It drowns my heart into the bottomless sea,
Nothing I see but the ruthless painfulness,
My heart still desires for your endless happiness.

-Nuruljannah-

NaPoWriMo No.6 :- If I Were A Man

For day 6, instead of writing a valediction (prompt for the day), I've composed a bittersweet love poem ( I'm a hopeless romantic what do you expect?) called "If I Were A Man".

If I Were A Man

If I were a man,

And you were a woman,

Perhaps it would be easier,

To speak the language

Of unspoken words,

And I could touch

Your delicate heart.

If I were a man,

And you were a woman,

I could be your protector,

Your insurmountable shield,

Despite you never whisper my name.

If I were a man,

And you were a woman,

 I could brazenly propose to you,

To make sure you are safe in this world

 and the Hereafter.

If I were a man,

And you were a woman,

I would listen to your incessant tears,

And wipe them with soothing words.

But I am a woman,

And you are a man,

Capturing your heart,

Is like filling the net,

With water.

-Nuruljannah-

NaWriMo no:5: I see

Composing a cinquain poem is like me, solving intricate mathematical problems while doing tap dance. I'll give it a go though. Be warned! My cinquain poem might look like overcooked chicken. Here goes, my first cinquain poem called "I see":

I see

I see

With glistening eyes,

While no hope might be sparked

In this ephemeral sad dream of mine,

It kills. 

-Nuruljannah-

P.S. Well, it does look like metaphorically overcooked chicken than a cinquain poem. And that what makes it unique.

NaWriMo 4: The Cactus

Another poem for today since in Malaysia, it's already 4th April.I'm going to re-post my poem that I've deleted called "The Cactus".

The Cactus

As long as

I can protect you

From the ceaseless rain,

Let the thorns feast on

My skin

My heart

My soul.

Even you do not require

My presence

And never turn around,

I will keep protecting you

From afar

Even the thorns

Feast on my skin

My heart

My soul

For eternity.

-Nuruljannah-

NaPoWriMo No:3: You

I feel so inspired today. Nevertheless, I could not compose a poem based on the "sea shanty", the theme for the third poem. Since it's optional and I don't have the flair for writing lyrical work song or whatsoever, I've decided to compose this short poem, my own "sea shanty" called "You".


You

You are my favourite melody,
My pen, my beautiful words,
The panacea for my writer's block,
My unintended amaranthine love.

But I am just
The plain dust in your eyes.

-Nuruljannah-

NaPoWriMo no.2 : The Flagrant Lies

You might be wondering (or couldn't care less) that I've deleted my poem called "The Cactus". I didn't check the NaPoWrimo site (http://www.napowrimo.net/) and it turned out there's a theme for the second poem. So, I've decided to give it a go. It's about lies. Here goes:

The Flagrant Lies
I hate it when you look at me,

And curve that perfect
Devious smile,

I hate listening to your mellifluous voice,

I hate your distinctive style.

I never think about you,
Not once, twice or thrice,
No, you are not the one
Who stays and lingers
Endlessly in my heart.

Could not you see,
Could not you feel,
These are purely lies?

-Nuruljannah-

NaPoWriMo no:1- Lamppost

Since I was born in April (14th April, in case you want to know) and I love poetry so much, I've decided to participate in a project called "NaPoWriMo" (National Poetry Writing Month) in which you have to compose a poem each day for a month. Cool, huh? For more information on "NaPoWriMo", please go to http://www.napowrimo.net/.

Here's my poem for today:

Lamppost

Standing still, shivering,

I could not wring the coldness,

Under the unlighted lamppost,

No humans' breath but mine.

The streetlights are luminous,

Ablaze with prolific light,

The infinite radiance,

While I am standing still, watching,

The darkness, roaming,

Pervading the lamppost of mine.

The movement is not chained,

The freedom is in my hand,

To taste the bountiful

Heated light of others.

But yet,

I am standing still,

Under the unlighted lamppost,

Sealing my eyes,

With hope. 

-Nuruljannah-