Hi! I'm Mariam Taufeeq! I'm in the ninth grade. I've always hoped to venture out into the deeps of this world and tread on those paths nobody has ever walked on before; to create my own path and weave an intricate web of my thoughts, keeping it safe in a jar, all penned down..... Poetry's always been a sort of passion to me, although I'm nothing but an amateur to it! I love to bring my feelings to... more »
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Mariam Taufeeq Poems
A Doctor's Story- Into The Unknown
Every step on this dreary platform Burns fire in the ground, Sparks threaten to engulf me, Phoenix flames promenade my heart.
A Glimpse Into Me. (The Story Of A Despe...
The sky is calling The march of battle reigns And the clouds are shot with red While I stand
A Thousand Miles Away
The crickets indulge in nocturnal melody And the wind seems to be murmuring secrets; And the world is still and at peace. But somewhere, out there, far from here,
I Can See Past It All.
I can see the light That shines past the skylight, A million miles away. I can see the globe of the moon and the stars,
From A Battlefield
The wind howls to lament the sorrows That people are too weak to endure. The rain washes away all the heartache and the stains Of yesterday.
Childish Fancies- The Coming
The drops of dew like little water sprites, Danced on evergreen platforms In late twilight. They danced and danced,
Don't ever look at me, Avert your eyes, stare away, My darkness no longer a poignant call, But something to fear.
A Set Of Verses
ON PESSIMISM Riding my streamlined horse of a ship That turquoise perfumes waft away, I sail towards the yoke of dawn And towards the light of day.
Black But Beautiful
I saw her walking up the path. Up the garden path. To my door. She was like a ray of sun.
They called her an orphan, a vagrant, A thief, a witch and a soul With no purpose; just a vacant Mind, roaming the woods
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A Glimpse Into Me. (The Story Of A Desperado.)
The sky is calling
The march of battle reigns
And the clouds are shot with red
While I stand
I am caught, in a tangled web
And I hark, like a bell
But never succeeding in laughter
For the world around
Is a decaying corpse.
And I stand,
That mad look in my eyes,
That gleam of despair.
That cloud of confess.
I can not believe.
I can not see what I see.
I can see flame
I can see pain, and close my eyes
And I can see that it is coming.
The night approaches not on...