The Queen Of Poetry

Aisha Idris Suleman

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  • A Hand To Hold

    When shadows fall and hope grows thin,A spark of kindness lights within,The hungry heart, the weary face,Can bloom again through love’s embrace! A gentle word, a loaf of bread,A blanket warm, a child well-fed,Small acts can grow, like seeds they start,And weave compassion through the heart! No gift is wasted, none too small,When shared with…

  • A Shining Start

    A brand-new week begins today,The worries of the past give way,With open skies and spirits high,I greet the sun, I reach the sky! Each moment is fresh, a chance to grow,To learn, to laugh and to let things flow,The Monday breeze feels bright and kind,A gentle clearing for the mind! I will step with joy,…

  • The Strength Of Humble Steps

    The tallest tree may catch the breeze,Yet bends before the storm with ease,A gentle root that grips the ground,The weather tempests safe and sound! A boastful song may fill the air,But fades when silence lingers there,While softer voices are calm and true,Leave deeper marks in all they do! No crown is earned by pride alone,Nor…

  • Give Your Best Shot

    When morning breaks and dreams seem far,Don’t doubt the strength of who you are,Each step you take, both small and grand,Leaves footprints deep upon the sand! The world may cheer, the world may not,But still you give your very best shot,For effort shines even if outcomes fade,In trying true, for which your soul is made!…

  • Hello September

    A page turns quietly, the air feels new,September whispers fresh dreams for you,The summer fades, yet the light still stays,Guiding our steps into brighter days! It is not too late, the year is not done,There is time to rise, to chase and to run,Each dawn reminds us that we still can grow,Planting intentions and letting…

  • Perfectly Imperfect

    They are the crack in polished stone,The note that trembles, not quite a tone,They stumble where the road is clear,Yet find new paths when none appear! Their edges fray, their colours blur,A patchwork soul of all they were,Not flawless, yet in every scar,A map of where their triumphs are! Perfection’s mask is sharp and thin,It…