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Write a poem (up to 20 lines) on the following image. (Enter by replying to this prompt)
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Poetry prompt:
Source: https://www.dawn.com/news/1486940
Artwork: Sar-ba-kaf by Sadequain
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IrajStrife
I could but couldn’t seem to,
Shivering with zeal yet couldn’t move,
Stretching out hands,
Attempting to catch that last strand of strength,
This vessel I couldn’t escape- RheenAn 18yo’s take on it… how do you guys like it? P.S. i love what you all have written;)
The Portrait Unfinished
Frail pigeons beat, letters tethered to fragile wings—
“Complete the portrait, - Sara“Who am I”
“Who am I?”, I ask myself, standing in front of the mirror with bated breath
My lost identity and myself, “who am I?”, I ask myself
How could I kno - AylaLoneliness
It is useless to fear being alone
Could come in waves
Or as a slithering drop
But loneliness is a constant companion to humans
No matter that their entire purpose of existence depends on - HasaanIf I could carve the light in your eyes,
I’d spend my days and nights, stealing from the sun and moon ,
And I’d carve the light to be like the destination,
Beautiful.
And I’d take my every brea - Umaimadecomposing
twenty-four years of decay,
a quarter of my existence gone
hurry, I must hurry
write down my legacy
in the space between your
nicotine scented fingers.
my voice carves a portrait
on t - MemoonaI AM
I don’t like Whatever I am
but I don’t like anyone who isn’t like me
Yet I don’t like anyone who is actually like me
I’m attracted to what I’m not
Yet I̵ - Eiman“The Creator”
Decapitated, he holds his head–
All nimble limbs and hollowed cheeks,
Loins draped with sagging rags
And nothing else to answer his pleas.Despondent, he stares ahead
Unblink - Abdullah*A Canvas of Silence*
What is life, an endless quest for perfection’s embrace?
What is life, a riddle wrapped in time and space?
What is life, a clash of dreams and stark reality’s bi - LehtThey know me as a
Painter of Truth, as of today
Portraying a picture perfect
to lead the audience astray
But an artist recognizes another,
and they witnessed me as I decay
The lies that I painte - MuhammadTITLE: BUT THAT’S NOT ME
I stare at myself, as horrifying as a sin
My ugliness laid bare, scars on my skin
Rumor surrounds me about my ‘supposed’ evil deeds
I try to speak against it, but nobod - InayaThe Double Edged Knife :
contrition scratches my throat
the sorrow of my control blinding me
your disregard that I mistook for heed
a paradox between your lies and my truthyour iris fails to see
- RimshaI am tired of myself tonight
It’s getting vague and heavy
I can’t see my soul enough
Maybe I have to try some colors
Ashes, Dark and Blood are my synonyms
Those sublime creatures are hove - ChaudhryTitle: The Gemini conflict
Theme: Schizophrenia
Author: Sana Jawad ChaudhryI see their shadows in every glance,
The mirror holds them captive in a trance.
I hear their whispers when you speak to m - SundasOn a sore September night, I sit in my room with knots in my stomach.
Summer was so merciless its teeth sharp as a knife biting through my tender flesh
Now I sit in my room with my punctured skin blee - KoreenIn my preception the painting shows how a artist pours himself into his work and his work is a reflection of himself, so here is my take on this 🙂
Writters hands
A writters hands are forever inked, - EliahTitle : Colour of my soul
I’m painting my own canvas
I’m choosing my own colour
I’m cutting my own head
I’m finding my true self
I’m lost in this doomed self
I’m - Qamar‘What you think’
You think my skin is a nasty green colour
But it’s actually a rich brown
You think my head of hair is nothing special
But truly, it’s fit for a crownYou think my j
- AyeshaHere’s my take on it.
‘Skinless Visage’
A skinless being, with a lovely visage.
Pretty and demure,
But a lovelier mask.
Fear not, I shall procure.I reside in walls, a smoky g
- KinzTitle: “HUMANS”
The earth cracks under their weight, a crawl of greed,
Fingers stained with the ash of a thousand burned seeds.
They chew on the bones of the beasts they dethrone,
With ey - HassanTitle: duality
یہ میری شایانِ شاں تو نہیں ہے کہ
تیری یاد میں رُت جگے کاٹوں
کچھ باتیں چھپا کے رکھوں
اور کچھ کو ستاروں س - ayeshak“Dear Narcissist”
When you love-bomb and appear,
Then turn to hate and disappear.When you talk day and night,
Then go silent, taking flight.When you come, you are the one,
Then you go, as dul - ShazaTitle: Sustenance
It is today again
I wake up realising so, unfortunately,
I try not to think about how the only thing new today
Would be the face i choose to put on,
It has been too long now,
Stuck - EbaadDays now are warmer than i’m used.
The shore killed the trees in cold blood,
they place time of death around midnight.the heat poaches my attention.
would you like me to remember the winter? - MuhammadFragmented Echoes
In the mirror, I reach for the face I’ve lost,
A shadowed fragment of the self once whole,
Limbs tangled in the chaos of what was,
As hands sculpt the edges of a forgotten soul. - Javeria“Times She Caresses”
I’ve been watching you here for some time
In solitude, I’ve been here for a while
While she holds her space from a distance
For the adventures her exquisi - SabaI must confess,
I wouldn’t recognize myself in a crowded room.
Were I to step outside my body,
The contours of my face would disappear,
And my gaze would search for me, far and near.You se
- Muhammad“Always the poet, never the muse”
The blood runs hot, yet the pen is cold today,
The painting smiles, yet the head cries today,
A lot has been lost, the muse, the ink, the face,
Yet, I pa - Moneezhay“A Canvas Of Duality”
As I bare myself on the canvas,
I thought there was only one of me.
As I start to paint with red,
Suddenly, there are two of me.One stroke to the left, the other t
- SheharTitle: Beheaded for a Narcissist
When I tried to paint my life with you,
I severed my thoughts,
Silenced my conscience,
Surrendered—
To breathe life into our hollow bond.I wanted to make you see
- Alina‘I Am no Muse’
The white of the canvas
Is sheer transparent,
A guide to my soul,
In decade work’s practice.
To make an art piece
Which exhales my breath;
Relinquishing the friendships, - Anwaar_”Beheaded”_
Disoriented but alive
Beheaded but trying,
To find a way to survive
In the cruelest of cruel timesHaven’t met myself in long long time
When counted the days, they - AleenaTHE PAINTER
Always being the painter, and never being the muse
I, for once, decided to paint myselfRummaged my belongings in search of the brushes
I used to have when painting was my solace
When I - AleenaTHE PAINTER
Always the painter, and never the muse
I, for once, decided to paint myselfRummaged my belongings in search of the brushes
I used to have, when painting was my solace
Looked everywhere - Sophia“The Weight of Her Last Breath”
He used to carry the world
on tired shoulders, fragile lives
held like glass too thin to grasp.
She was his world—frail, breathless
beneath the hum of ma - Umer“Loose Skin”
If i make up my mind
Will it have some worth
In the ever shifting waters
Of thoughts and decisions
Or if i craft myself a heart
From the clay of doubts
And cook it in the k - abeeha“My being of brass, my hands draw gold”
A story of mine kept untold
Tell the world what I beholdMy being of brass, my hands draw gold
Listen oh world what I beholdIncomplete picture
- Memoonaam, AM or Am
I don’t like Whatever I am
but I don’t like anyone who isn’t like me
Yet I don’t like anyone who is actually like me
I’m attracted to what I’m not
Ye - SananTitle: Blood is the Paint of Love
Under the light of lamp that night,
Having the innocence in thy sight,
Thee asked me if my love was pure,
Thee asked me if I loved you more,
A dreadful silence gra - Zeinab“Fragments of the Unseen”
Before the glass, I kneel alone,
A body contorted, carved from stone.
Hands trace shadows of what’s undone,
Grasping echoes of battles never won.Above, a face floats
- GhostTitle: “Against blasphemy, salvation prevails”
Despaired and encased in abyss,
Respairty, lends hands towards bliss.Original self declines,while thou depicts new,
Seeks vigour, for how - AnumTitle : The Solitary Painter
When I could not unravel myself
I began to paint myself
down to the finest detail.
The canvas became my mirror
and oh what a reckoning it is to draw every crooked contour - UsfaTITLE: CANVAS OF MISERY
I lacerated my own veins to paint my misery
Hoping someone would spare a glance
The canvas couldn’t hold the weight of my mystery
With the time I’ve left, I’ - HamzaDEAD MEN DIE TWICE
by Hamza AzharThe dead man unropes himself
and holds his broken neck in his hands.
He sits on a yellow bench nearby,
extends his weary hands towards his torn pocket;
he pulls out - Mahami don’t like you but i look like you
and you look like me — but you told me
“you would not like me if i were you”
darts are lined up at the entrance
of my mouth. my voice likes - AreshaAmidst the chaos, upon my bed I lie
A storm of ideas passes by
The vibrant brain wants to go high
But the body’s too frail to try
Numbness wraps joy and sorrow in its hold,
Feelings quiet, like - HamnaUninvited Guests.
I switch off the lights in my room,
Uninvited guests knock at the door, I sigh.
Peeling off my mask that hid my sorrows,
They forcefully enter and sit with me for a while.Grief c
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- ZainabThe Burning Desire:
A lonely man draws fraudulent realities to quiver that soul so weak.
He sculpts his desire with the unwavering intention that is seemingly bleak.
His bruised heart resting in his - AliIn Search of the Divine
In silent hues, a tale doth weave,
A head in hand, the heart bereaved.
Decapitated, yet he walks the night,
In meeting God, a radiant light.With severed form, he cradles gra
- SohaTEARS:
The mirror was a magnificent creation,
Bless the hands that crafted its fine lines,
She swayed to the left then, gazed at the reflection staring back at her,
An exquisite beauty, white sil
- ManalTitle: The Paradox Of Emptiness
In the depths of my soul,
perhaps, therein lies a hidden beauty,
waiting to be unleashed, unraveled and unveiled,
by the affection and love I have buried within me.L
- ZohaMask of Gold
I take my face off,
For the world won’t let me live.
As my tired soul,
Now wears a mask of gold.I sit amongst the hypocrites,
They deny my existence.
I drew a new me,
A me - Hiba“And then,one day,sooner or later
We’ll be among the righteous!”And then,one day sooner or later,
When we will both be on the same ground with the same boundaries,
From both having - seemaONE STRIKE
An unbearable strike of unkind words was enough
It beheaded me and slit me of all my passion.
Injured my pure soul,portraying it all black
Provingyou hypocrites and me a future tale of pu - FatimaTitle: Look For Me
Look for me when you can,
I’ll still be here doing the act.
The act of unknowns with a sweet little touch.
With doubt infused I became the master of twists.
Speak of me whe
- AreebaTitle: Mirror Mirror on the wall
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Can you stop or just halt?This reflection that I see,
Is it worthy to be seen?Do I cry or do I laugh?
Look at me, Oh my GodMirror mir
- Ibtesam‘Lovecraftian Standoff”
– Stars humming softly, a truth stalks nearby
Fold all other drives, let the wisp enter hereby– The gloom in your eyes, each gentle demise
Let all de - Mahrukh SaoodTitle: A Symphony of Sorrows
I’m tired, of all the pain, of all the sufferings
Crying, sobbing and begging
Tears are dried and heart is full
Mind is hazed and weary
As the day is hazed and eerie - SaadTitle: The Mirror In Me
I have been looking at you for years now
Untouched, still perfect after decades
Its always you I cherish, i look up to
What’s there for me in it?I am on the other
- esha.ahmadPlucky to Peek
From the abyss that gazes upon him
Latches to his melancholic head
Through faded scars on haunted cheeks
A frail bouquet of hope he seeks
Plucky to peek into his tormented soul
To fo - SubhanThe Referee of Your Reverie
You thought you’d hide, or raise a pen
Sketch out a world, without me thenWho draws your lines, who moves your hand
Who whispers doubt, who makes you standI see
- NoorHow many forms can hope take
Before it lines the pavement?
How many gutted dreams, painted over till
The canvas needs replacement?I am less than echo, poor facsimile of youth
I find I anticipate i - Muhammad MunhibThe Face-Maker
hunched over,
scrunched over; broken wire
like a round, broken, spine–you–
So I thought
he is constipation
and my mother said
he is broken
and my friend said
he is dying, d - hadiyaThe perfection of self
Woe to my pathetic form,
Woe to being born,
Look not upon the filth I may be,
But what I dearly want you to see.
Oh, if I could grasp the brush of my making,
I’d wrench it - FaiqaRib – Hammer – Love
I was made out of rib,
crooked, untrained,
glittering in the night,
musk in the rain.They hammered with love,
straightened my spine,
a body defiant,
with thoughts mi - SQ.writesTitle: Masquerade
They greet shoulder to shoulder,
smiles wide but eyes devoid of emotion.They gather at the dinner table,
planning a grand feast, lighting candles—
Only to blow them out as they - Hassankicking it off with something I wrote a while back:
Title: The Face Store
I stopped at the store today,
was looking for a new face.Strolling through the aisles,
I keenly perused the displ
Iraj
Rheen
Sara
Ayla
Hasaan
Umaima
Memoona
Eiman
Abdullah
Leht
Muhammad
Inaya
Rimsha
Chaudhry
Sundas
Koreen
Eliah
Qamar
Ayesha
Kinz
Hassan
ayeshak
Shaza
Ebaad
Muhammad
Javeria
Saba
Muhammad
Moneezhay
Shehar
Alina
Anwaar
Aleena
Sophia
Umer
abeeha
Sanan
Zeinab
Ghost
Anum
Usfa
Hamza
Maham
Aresha
Hamna
Zainab
Ali
Soha
Manal
Zoha
Hiba
seema
Fatima
Areeba
Ibtesam
Mahrukh Saood
Saad
esha.ahmad
Subhan
Noor
Muhammad Munhib
hadiya
Faiqa
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