Yours truly

Yours truly

A Poem by M.Kilani

 

 

All yours, love and respect

The joy I expect

Yours are dreams, and yours is hope

Yours is the victim and yours is the rope

 

All yours, yours truly

 

Yours is memory

Oblivion is yours

The musical symphony

And silence is yours

 

Loyalty and treason

Insanity and reason

Yours again

The vanity in vain

 

Yours is the blame

Yours is the shame

And the broken dream

A part of your scheme

 

Yours is well

And yours is the will

To shoot and not to kill

 

All yours, yours indeed

All them who bleed

To starve and feed

 

Yours is the gain

As well as pain

Yours only yours

Again and again

 

Yours is the anger

Yours is the hunger

And your is the rage

Words that emerge

Yours is the pen

Yours is the page

 

Yours is the yearning

Yours is the burning

And the agony in vein

Yours are thoughts invading the brain

 

Yours is desire

And a heart left in fire

A lash to tame

To play your game

 

Yours is sympathy

Yours is blasphemy

And yours are the prayers

And yours are the preys

 

Yours are cigarettes under rain

Yours truly, all shall remain

© 2012 M.Kilani


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As you always do, you've impressed me with new unfamiliar rhymes. Something I truly enjoy composing and reading!

And your is the rage
Words that emerge
Yours is the pen
Yours is the page

Uh in some parts, it seemed as if you tried to force extra stanzas in between, and without those the core of the poem would still be complete. There is admiration, a bit of tension and fear as well towards something or someone. But I can't really make out of this poem except my own interpretations. The true meaning lies in the poet's mind they say. But one thing for sure, is that this piece has your own, unique spirit and style embedded on it. Keep writing. : )

-youoweyoupay


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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As you always do, you've impressed me with new unfamiliar rhymes. Something I truly enjoy composing and reading!

And your is the rage
Words that emerge
Yours is the pen
Yours is the page

Uh in some parts, it seemed as if you tried to force extra stanzas in between, and without those the core of the poem would still be complete. There is admiration, a bit of tension and fear as well towards something or someone. But I can't really make out of this poem except my own interpretations. The true meaning lies in the poet's mind they say. But one thing for sure, is that this piece has your own, unique spirit and style embedded on it. Keep writing. : )

-youoweyoupay


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rapidly paced poem with words like bullets...I enjoy the ending line...:) Beautiful imagery in that one

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very enigmatic, this one. It has the potential to hold many different meanings, depending upon the person who reads it. These are often the poems (as well as lyrics) I enjoy reading the most! Happy New Year...!

All the best-
Sara...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Two things bothered me (only slightly, don't freak out):
First stanza: I think you mean "accept" instead of "except"
Third stanza: I suggest "silence" not "silent" as your adjective here.
Other than that, I liked the theme and wording. It may have snagged in a couple of places, but all together you pulled it off with some rhythm and flow. Nice work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


A interesting set-up to this poem. I like the statements made in each set of lines. A strong poem with a very good ending. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Amman, Jordan



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