Stars

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

The lights that sew me in

The hatred that is born

The stars are for me

The love in nightly circumstances of thought are now

In my hands

The thought of bellows 

Tender so great

Yelling at the seams

The foregone love

The whimsy in tow to fruition of greats

He loves the great and the glad.  

Midnight

Poem By Laila Ali Haid

Time winds down

The surrender is now

It is in the triumph

The lines and stars of the day

Like when stars appear in the daylight sky

When midnight fell

God spoke

The ancients are not so ashen in books

They were once too bright

Sparkling is the midnight

The revolution is sore

Could love seize us?

Sentiment

Its the feeling undying

The kindness that was not rough

The child in the element, the issue

And the fog of spitting emotions

Fraught in the maze of hate

The niceness of your lies

Was not the catch in the technical story

The frame of love glimmered aching 

For the sensation of degraded happenstances

I once caught a flower so poor

I tucked it it into the waters

The land I emerged on was not sweet

The lie was greater than the chide 

- By Laila Ali Haid

Shine

The glass gauntlet too heavy to recall

The chest of hope and a cold draw

The semblance of unification in a winter foregone

The drive home onwards to this point

A life carefree and a light that shone

My blizzard is cold and the furnace stuck

Shine on the parameters of truth and progress

Its a heyday worth noticing.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Contrast

Poem by Laila Ali Haid

Gold in the hard cull

The good was small

The hope was rendered cold 

The night salutation to dignity

To be alone

What a good matter

The life of them glittering

I held up the sea on my neck.