Four short poems

UNTITLED

I want to touch you
Yet not touch you

The fragile light
Wanders across
Your slumbering hills
And inviting valleys
But I am still
Like morning dew
On sleepy flowers
Absorbing poetry
At its finest

I want to touch you
Yet not touch you
But memorize
Each curve
And pathway
With my poet’s eyes
Until I melt
Into the scenery

© Noora

NOTE: I realized I never finished this piece because I decided to use “slumbering hills and inviting valleys” in my poem called: Poetry in the Air– please, feel free to read it.

ONE-NIGHT STANDS

Adrift
Like my
Night-time poems

Replayed memories
For no one to view
Silent sorrow
For no one to interpret
Protected secrets
Never meant to see
The daylight

Lyrical one-night stands
Forgotten
In the morning

When my yesterday
Turns into
Someone else’s tomorrow
Where I am nothing
But a haunting sunset

© Noora

 

ABANDONED

My skin
Still aches
From where
Your fingertips
And lips
Traced pathways
And marked territory
You never claimed.
We both burned
With the same fire
But why am I
The only one
Left smoldering

© Noora

 

MEMORIES

Sometimes
They come
And stay
Uninvited
And play
With the strings
Of my heart
Slowly
Soulfully
Refusing
To leave
Like an adagio

© Noora

They are NOT new (!) and not in any specific order. I wasn’t sure about posting them (at all) because “One-night stands” and “Abandoned” are slightly depressing. I often edit my old drafts/notes (written years ago), but I doubt I’d ever work on these pieces again, so, perhaps it’s time to set them free – and most of all get over my “nothing to post” stress. Ha!

Love, laughter, inspiration
Always
– Noora

Lighthouse

Just reblogging “Lighthouse” with a NEW picture from my second trip to Crete last summer. It was an unforgettable experience and I can’t wait to go back – again and again. Hope you all have an inspiring weekend. – Noora

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LIGHTHOUSE

I remember the ships
Sailed by me
How my light
Guided their journey
Held them gently
In the evening fog
Offered them faith
In the storm
Yet no one ever stayed

They have sailed
On the sea
Of endless possibilities
But no one has ever
Returned
To tell
Whether they discovered
A safe haven
Or are they still
Drifting
Hoping and waiting
For a miracle
Like my soul today

I often recall
Their names
And tales
And I wonder
If they
Still remember me
The moments we shared
The dreams we dreamt

Bittersweet waves
Crash and fall
Yet I stand still
Heart anchored
Eyes on the horizon
Still waiting
Still hoping
To be someone’s destination

Home

© Noora (07/2013)

Edit: Picture changed 1/2015

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Truth

Three hundred
Sunsets later

My lips
Still feel
The absence
Of yours

My skin
Still quivers
From where your
Fevered fingertips
Wandered
When your scent
Mingled
With mine
And your eyes
Kindled
A perpetual fire

The distance
Still reminds me of
How I kissed
The gentle messenger
Until it unveiled
Your days
With my whispers
Silently lingering
In its rays

The stillness
Still remembers
A million minute journey
Filled with
The melody
Of your soul
When only a day
Without your voice
Felt like a lifetime
Without music

And with these
Hesitant and vulnerable
Yet truthful verses
I am

Yours

More than you
Could ever
Be mine again

Three hundred
Sunsets later

© Noora (03/2013)

It’s time to post one of yesteryear’s poems while focusing on the new material. I wrote this piece nearly a year ago. It was one of those moments when memories surround you without warning, and you have no other choice than write… in order to free yourself.

Hope you all have a beautiful weekend.
Happy writing!!
– Noora

Dance with Me

Re-blogging one of my very first posts. A poem I was working on last night reminded me of this piece. I’ll be back to post and read soon. Please bear with me 🙂 Hope you’re all having a fantastic week. – Noora

Dance with Me
(just one slow waltz)

My love,
Take my shaking hand
And dance with me
For good times’ sake

Wrap your arms
Around my quivering body
And glide with me
In a sensual rhythm

Allow your heart sing
One last serenade
With mine

Taste a final poem
From my lips
And let me breathe you in
Once more

Let’s close
This unfinished chapter
With whispers
That only we
Can hear

Let’s celebrate us
Until
It is time to change
Companion

Please
Dance with me
Just one
Slow
Waltz

© Noora (2012)

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Under My Skin

Nearly two months on WordPress. I am deeply touched by your love and encouragement. Thank you (145 times).

This is my first poem on WP – for no specific reason. I just wanted to test how “re-blogging” works.  I also slightly edited the original.

I have two really important deadlines approaching, but I’ll try to get something new posted soon. I’m not going anywhere, and I will definitely enjoy your work during my writing and editing breaks.

Hope you all have a wonderful, inspiring week. Happy writing!!


There is
An unforgettable story
Resting
Under my skin
Waiting
To be told

A poetic masterpiece
We outlined
While our lips
Melted together
In a sensuous surrender

Powerfully devouring
We became one
Strong
In heart, body and soul

Your smile
Found a home
On my lips
The infinity
Of your eyes
Stole my breath

As we traveled
To the heights
We had never
Experienced before

There is
A devastating story
Hidden
Within my heart
Longing
To be released

A fairytale
We dreamt and lived
On a journey
To a destination
Where we never arrived
Together

© Noora (2012)

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La Solitudine

A deserted beach
Footprints
Only in my heart

Deep divine sea
Crystal blue sky
Complemented
By the hopeful beams
Of the maternal sun

The careless wind blows
Bittersweet memories
Unlived dreams
From the times
When I was
Your long-awaited
Once in a lifetime

Tomorrow

An unknown destination
On the horizon
Veiled by the tender mist
Of my past

Eyes closed
Breath held
I imagine

The sound
Of your
Returning footsteps

Time
After
Time

In solitude

© Noora (2012)

Dance with Me

Dance with Me
(just one slow waltz)

My love,
Take my shaking hand
And dance with me
For good times’ sake

Wrap your arms
Around my quivering body
And glide with me
In a sensual rhythm

Allow your heart sing
One last serenade
With mine

Taste a final poem
From my lips
And let me breathe you in
Once more

Let’s close
This unfinished chapter
With whispers
That only we
Can hear

Let’s celebrate us
Until
It is time to change
Companion

Please
Dance with me
Just one
Slow
Waltz

© Noora (2012)