words – Belle Pic Poems

Fireflies

I like the firefly

Bold enough to steal a piece of the sun and lights up when her master goes to sleep.

Fireflies never gets caught stealing

For it is their specialty.

Belle🦋

Inkiness

I fear…
I shiver…
Not of black but of the night
Cold and dark
Lurks and waits patiently to engulf all
I fear
I shiver
Not of black
But of the night
Kissing all with black cold lips

Blue butterfly 🦋

The desert spirits

The spirits of the sands
old as the sands of time
awakened by desertion,
the gusting wind of anguish,
a span of hopelessness
Yet with a strong will to go on
this painful journey of little faith.

The Arabian gods resides in our darkest moments
pulling us through to hope.

Belle

Blue Butterfly🦋

The War Against a god

I am in a constant battle with life
Stronger a thousand times more
With Big muscles, gallantly handsome, tall and fearless.

Here i am, with my face to the ground,
Eating the dust of my mother
Her ashes on my face
Blood on my hands
Countless scars across my body like a map that shows the routes to all the wars I have fought.

A thousand battles have i fought but not one have i won against it.
Who knows if i win by defeat!
Or Maybe I’m just brutally too stubborn to quit.

Does my boldness not scare this god called life?
Do I not frighten my mother who bore me and yet waged this war against me?
She must have known i never give up
That I only win by default.

No matter what, i rise like the Phoenix king
My ashes rising above in the sky and I will say, here i am again, let us go to war…
Until this god called life will beg me for this madness to stop.
I win a life long victory.

Belle🦋

Blue butterfly 🦋