TEDIOUS TORMENTS

TEDIOUS TORMENTS

A Poem by SHEEMA HUQ
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A Poem

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                    Time becomes an indelibly,

                riotous thief, a scoundrel for

                    notorious grief, as pneumatic

                drilling proceeds, out for the

                    killing, reaching an intolerably,

                heinous peak, insidiously, vacant

                    of relief, are such tedious

                 torments of one's own teeth.      

 


© 2013 SHEEMA HUQ



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SHEEMA HUQ
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Amazing vocablary. I like 'the pneumatic drilling' concept as if we are lumps of concrete. I did not know where your poem was leading until I got to the end. TEETH!!! But it could be a metaphore for one of the many problems in life that we are trying to sort out!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much!



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Time,
There's so much time but very limited to every person.Time gets annoying when you have so much to do but very little time.
Time can depress you when you can see your loved one dying and you cant reverse it.
I can relate.
This is deep.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Time is like a thief for when it passed away, you cannot bring back anything it taken from you...and would only be a torture when you regret.
Nice metaphors used.

Posted 3 Years Ago


SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much :)
This trips off the tongue and the truth neatly wrapped up.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much Bobbie.
Torments the teeth.. a nod to the natural decomposition of anything organic. You've portrayed the opinion that Time is the most devious of thieves very well, what a fine poem you've here. Keep it up Sheema.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thanks so much Tai
Time may be a thief, but it always seems to place more in front of us to use as we like. Very cool.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thanks very much indeed.
Amazing vocablary. I like 'the pneumatic drilling' concept as if we are lumps of concrete. I did not know where your poem was leading until I got to the end. TEETH!!! But it could be a metaphore for one of the many problems in life that we are trying to sort out!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Sounds like a visit to the dentist!... time doesn't care.

*bird*

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Certainly not! Thanks a million for this visit :0)
Hotwater

3 Years Ago

Hahaha!

*bird*
Wow. What away you have with adjectives. You weild them with great precision. Potent, beautifully constructed vignette.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Hello Lee, your words mean a lot to me, I am pleased to have pleased with this vignette! Thank you.
L.Edward

3 Years Ago

You are more than welcome. Yes, very satisfied with this dose of Huq magic, indeed.
Yes time is a thief but not of memories...enjoyed Sheema...:)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

3 Years Ago

Pleased to hear from you SyberRose, thank you very much indeed!

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SHEEMA HUQ
SHEEMA HUQ

LONDON , ENGLAND, United Kingdom



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