Poems by Bissme

A ship without a sailor

a poem by

Bissme

I used to be a ship
With a sailor
To guide me to the right direction
Then one day from no where
Came a heavy wind
That shook my ship
And made my sailor-man
Fall into the rough sea
So now I am all alone
To face the sea on my own
Without anyone to guide me
Without anyone to look after me
Only pushed by wind
On my endless journey
I am a ship without a sailor
With high hopes that one day soon
My sailor-man would return to me
Once again
To guide me on my way
To look after me

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Punishment

a poem by

Bissme

Every evening
In a fancy decorative room
A ballerina will be dancing on
A floor that is full of
Broken pieces of glass
She does this
As a punishment to herself
For being stupid enough to give
Her precious heart
To a man who took away
Her happiness, pride and dignity
And left her in
Pain, misery and disgrace
In a hour, her dance routine
Came to an end
Now her legs is filled with
Pain and blood
Yet she feels she has not
Punished herself enough
For the silly crime she has committed
Which was to fall in love
With a wrong kind of man

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Morning Sun

a poem by

Bissme

The morning sun has risen
From east as usual
Yet I can’t see and feel
An ounce of it’s brightness
Darkness surrounds me
Even I am not blind
In the land
Where I was
Born and raised
Death and suffering
Are common sight to one’s eyes
Guns and bombs
Are common sound to the ears
Tears of misery and agony
Are shed like Niagara’s water falls
How I long to see
Happy faces surround me
Progress in my country
Instead of destruction
How I long to hear
The war is over
And peace has finally
Bestowed in my land again
And most of all
I long to see and feel
The morning sun has risen
On my land again

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A ship without a sailor

a poem by

Bissme

I used to be a ship
With a sailor
To guide me to the right direction
Then one day from no where
Came a heavy wind
That shook my ship
And made my sailor-man
Fall into the rough sea
So now I am all alone
To face the sea on my own
Without anyone to guide me
Without anyone to look after me
Only pushed by wind
On my endless journey
I am a ship without a sailor
With high hopes that one day soon
My sailor-man would return to me
Once again
To guide me on my way
To look after me

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