Mysterious about a wonder of the words

A pause, then we see a man of poetry,He inks the words on the show,And the other of it, we see a woman of try,She reads the inking words and wonders how? © Ismael Mansoor

The Intense Time

[SINNER]. I am disappointed in you.[JUDGMENT]. You want the last word, take it then –[SINNER]. You can finish me, you know, Judgment.Perhaps you should have warned Life what befallsThose who cross me my life the way I do.Maybe what happened to Life was your fault.No matter what, my sins did help defeatWar. so I suppose

The Versing Mind (A Collaborative Poem)

Verse, we are here to define our high mind,Hence, might the words would not comfort ye,But let our voice, like Speech Of Freedom,And like the likes of verses in the holy books,But we do not mean such Perfect Words. Voices may not be heard, but it surrounds the dome where it scrabbles and finds its

Is your wall strong enough

Thee become that define thee,But ye lo at thine self, hence, ye sayest,Why is he using a lot of ye, you, and thou?It is him that define himself,In the same way how ye define thine self. Everyone must define themselves in the state of their wall,Such is Riddle who looks at me, hoping I would

Hard To Define

Thee art special said Reminder,How canst ye not forget thine self?Thou shall be thyself, oh, I will do the same,So that we may shine the world like Remembrance. Ye goest to me for my advice, but I advise ye,That you must go to thee, then ye shall know thine book,For all are special, aye, we

Words paint So of Sit

So went to see Sit,Saying like, look, you relax so muchAnd So preserved, I want our peace,And Sit smiled, thy heart shall peaceSo left to a world of difference,All describe with, wonder in the world,Thou imagination of So and Sit,But let Stand-up for thy soul ©️ Ismael Mansoor

Pour Out The Inner World

ExpressionHe from the sky said to me,Passion has heard you,From a long time ago,But thee seek a reel for goodness,Let it be known to the heart,As it would Riddle to himselfWell, hence,Expression! © Ismael Mansoor

I was quiet…

I was quiet,And Prose said,Why didn’t you talk?People would know you,Connect, share, and well,Support, no more alone. I was quiet,And Prose encouraged,Leave Sorrow,And use it as an ability,To see Passion,For you, for your heart,And hope, faith, miracle! © Ismael Mansoor

Take The Better Path

Oh, I have to be grateful,Oh, if you do not feel grateful,Let us go to Grateful,She will tell us to divine our feelings,To shift all the focus on our gratitude,Then it will offer us nothing but feelings,To remember counting blessings,And to remember all the good things no matter what,It will help the mind to set

Depth Of A Crying Soul

Fantasy Wisher cried out in an understanding voice,In the spirit of hope,And he said to himself,My wishes fell upon my vanity,And my body was vaned.But now,I proclaim non-vanity to my wishingIn the name of Share. Inspired by the book of Enoch© Ismael Mansoor