The Sealed Voice and Lamppost

The Sealed Voice

The voice is sealed.
Listen. Gust of air
Permeates the dark room.
Dust daubs
The chained windows.
Dolorous eyes look
Upon the unopened windows.
The wallpaper of metal walls knitted.
No doors. No light.
Listen. The voice is sealed.
The windows could never be
Opened, Unlocked, Freed.


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Lamppost

Standing still, shivering,
I could not wring the coldness.
Under the unlit lamppost,
No human’s breath but mine.

The streetlights are luminous,
Ablaze with prolific light,
Infinite radiance,
While I am standing still, watching,
The darkness roaming,
Pervading the lamppost of mine.

The movement is not chained,
The freedom is in my hand,
To taste the bountiful
Heated light of others,
But yet,
I am standing still,
Under the unlighted lamppost,
Sealing my eyes,
With hope.

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© 2009 Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop 

Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop: I'm taking Bachelor of English linguistic and literature at International Islamic University Malaysia. Poetry is the platform for my emotions to roam freely without boundaries. When I start to write a poem, these emotions are my ink. Every word I use is embroiled with hidden emotions. Needless to say, I really enjoy poetry, reading and writing it.

See my other writings at http://www.annafisha.deviantart.com/ and blog http://bloomingfantasy.blogspot.com

The Incarnadine Land

The Incarnadine Land

by Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop

The land is painted
thick incarnadine,
exuberant soldiers brandishing
death, ignoring the music
of catastrophe,
the guns playing
Sealing Immaculate screams

© 2009 Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop 

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Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop: The ideas simply spluttered out when I saw one poster about what was happening in Gaza. Sorrow pierced my heart, seeing a boy’s face covered in blood. Moreover, lots of people, including children, old men and women, infants, and the like, lost their lives in that war. They are helpless to do anything, just carrying on losing loved ones. Death and war are still occurring, and there is no sign of them abating.

Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop is taking Bachelor of English linguistic and literature at International Islamic University Malaysia. 

See her other writings at http://www.annafisha.deviantart.com/

My Road

My Road

by Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop 

Knitted thorns on immeasurable road,
Malevolent gravels scattered abroad,
Though small, do not
Misjudge their entangled malicious thought.

Taking a step with coercive pace,
Melancholy hidden through fence of face,
I let a sombre sigh, which could dissipate,
Not vanish the pain, letting hidden tears participate.

Do not sleep, whispers my head,
forcing the steps, like a blade.
The day is young, the road endless and long.
Until it is darkling, I would stop and play another song.

© 2008 Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop 

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Nuruljannah Bte Hj Usop: I'm taking Bachelor of English linguistic and literature at International Islamic University Malaysia. Poetry is the platform for my emotions to roam freely without boundaries. When I start to write a poem, these emotions are my ink. Every word I use is embroiled with hidden emotions. Needless to say, I really enjoy poetry, reading and writing it.

See her other writings at http://www.annafisha.deviantart.com/