|Poetry from yours truly|
SheShe - the dreams that once told me of...She by shehrozeameen
Could she have been what I sought?
As evanescent as the stars in the night sky
As crystalline as winter snow pouring lightly
Like the dreams that told me of her
Like my nightmares where she saved me.
Was I truly alone? Did I atone
For these lullabies and reveries
Dreams as I watch her fly
Towards me, away from me
Like Newton stones, keeping a balance
As fragile as the crystals in winter
As luminescent as the stars in night
My darkness, my light
Frozen in time, she is my abstraction
Watching over me, waiting for me to come
And lead her onward, to where the path lay
Not to trek gently, by the shades of the night
Not to halter in my way, as I watch her, a dream
A dream like no other
Could she be a dream? Could I be flying?
Quatrain XIYou shall wither before the impending dawnQuatrain XI by shehrozeameen
will arise; for you are mine now, hellspawn!
Cry if you must, but know this, and be aware:
you are my servant: your abode is my lair!
The Curse of Loving an AphroditeI wait by the pillars, 'lone at night-time;The Curse of Loving an Aphrodite by shehrozeameen
calling out your name, in painful disdain...
Lo! My precious, I atone for the crime,
for not loving you, leaving you in vain...
Bear witness, m'dear, that ounces of my tears,
I sell to calm my sorrow deep within;
Others mourn as well, for alas they fear,
as I do, pain's horrible, ugly grin...
|Poetry from yours truly|
|My Quatrains in the Rub'iyaat format made famous by Edward Fitzgerald.|
Happy Reading <------- he's a pervert.
Critique Department Update: Critic Openings!EDIT: Duties of Critics have been added in this notice. Thanks fernknits for pointing that out. Appreciate it.
Hey Everyone! My name's shehrozeameen and I recently became the new Head of the Critique Department of PoeticalCondition.
This was an administrative decision taken by our boss RiseandBe. I'm succeeding NotenSMSK, who started the critique department. A gem of a boss honestly - punctual, very dilligent in his approach, and particular about how the department was being maintained. Suffice to say, life is more than dA in the end.
Me and NotenSMSK keep in touch outside of dA, so rest assured he's doing well and is in good health - but he's become busy post-graduation due to a job and other non-dA related exercises which require his fullest potential. It was a mutual decision from all three sides.
And thus, ladies and gentlemen, I have something big to tell all of you:
WE HAVE OPENNINGS AVAILABLE FOR NEW CRITICS!
Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:and its only for 20 (my cut is 16 , if you want it in real life amount).
Type of Commission: poetry (though epistles are also included)
Number of commissions done: five
From the commissioner:
I love writing poetry, frankly speaking. I can write a poem between 8 and 19 lines. Provided that the theme has been carefully told by the customer, I will send drafts of my progress as often as I can. I can write in both traditional and non-traditional formats.
So far as traditional are concerned, I am not particularly good with sonnets, but I have a decent assessment of syllable count. I don't follow meter. Having said that, I have written terza rimas, rub'iyaat, villanelle, ottava rima, triolets, blank verse, and quatrain style poetry.
So far as non-traditional formats are concerned, I would like to be told what the approach has to be. I'll follow it to
"I have been extremely busy between full time college and a full time job. Unfortunately, my computer decided to crash so I am reduced to using mu old kindle. Unsurprisingly, it does not like the new additions to the dA site.
I took a hiatus in order to focus on school and work and that until I get a new computer, I will be back, albeit in a limited capacity. When I get a computer, I will start posting new deviations and become more active."
Some Thoughts About Friendship ..."Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart."
:::My Secret Friend:::
"True friends stab you in the front."
"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world."
The Cycle of PassionNever knowing eyes never did haunt us
’Tis our own ditty which fails to daunt us;
The amorous rose or the lovebird’s lustre
Leaves but two shades for a season’s fluster,
Yet the poet’s pen is perchance guided
With rabid romance, nature unprovided -
For summer songs are bare conversation
Betwixt life and long winter’s predation:
Pale thirst for passion or higher power
Quenches its quaff in the quiet hour,
The soul’s tragedy is in demanding
Liberty lost from body remanding
Creation’s cold woes and callous joys, cannot grace
Vanity’s visage or the selfsame face,
In vain, we swallow the daily smother
To love ourselves, we love another.
|Critique is such a hard job - but somebody's gotta do it. I for one, am proud of my critiques.|