Biography of Noorie Ali
creative and imaginative.
Im a women that takes loyalty and respect VERY SERIOUSLY
I like everything to be precise and straight to the point.
'there is a pain relief melody
I enjoy listening to... When my inner soul whispers to me quietly'.
I enjoy writing poems from all walks of life. Nature, poverty, love, hate, birth, death, family, and culture you name it! I will write it.
Noorie Ali's Works:
None, at the moment.
Noorie Ali Poems
* 3 3 If I Had The Courage To -
If I had the courage to Stand tall I would
Is It Love? Narrative Poem
I'm in love wow' the candles smoking up wax is diripping making shapes like love hearts' I guess now this is where the journey starts
A Blank Message
A blank message usually means allot of stuff... A blank message, it’s not just a blank text it is 101 or more things It’s asking the receiver...
A Confused Petal
A sweet child is standing outdoor, playing dancing singing a song. The alone child is finding a friend, someone she could talk to, and hold her hand. Her laughter as sweet as strawberry, she sits on her wall, wondering a wonder.
Apology, To An Abandoned Palace
You usually know when something is wrong… You get that strong feeling deep inside your core. When you listen to an eagle singing a sorry song. You see the vocals running dark like black ink.
? Is This Poetry.....
Is this poetry? Or is it a piece of mind Is this a question or is it a sorrowful crime?
Chained Up, Without Fault
I'm chained up, without fault Hair all over the place Stained clothes worn Eyes droopy
Don’t Drive, Bump And Crash…
Don’t drive, Bump and Crash… When driving fast, You’ve suddenly seen a police car On your opposite lane
A Father, A Child. The Meaningful Bond
A father, A child. The meaningful bond A father whispers to the child As the child continues to ignore his spoken words
A Nameless Shadow
She’s a cupid, She’s a star She’s a women that’s out so far She’s a goddess
I visit a place, a place so pure A place where poverty is so sore. I visit a place where there is no law an absolute absence A noxious wind, a toxic habitat
Dream To Reality
In my comfort zone, I lay imagining the stars above I lay in my slumber wondering the wonders of injured life. Overblown by this site, Full of negativity how my mind wishes to drift
From Me I Pronounce You To Be:
From me I pronounce you to be: You are my Tulip the' seed' Id harvest in my heart. You are my 'shadow' that walked with me right from the start. You are my 'sun' that beam which shot onto me in the dark.
A Prayer To The Above
Make me old, make me bold. No matter what don’t make me cold! You have the power over all things
On The Train Of Fate…
It is a hectic circle
Everyone is moving
The world is hyperactive running as if dozens of cheetahs were to whiz
70 miles per hour, rushing to get by.
Willing to reach a certain destination within time
Climbing on benches skipping walls, drenched with heavy raindrops gushing by
There is NO time to stall!
We must move on and on, like a whirlwind.
Keep on spinning until we are dizzy feeling faint