Nur'ayn (new reign)
Biography of Nur'ayn (new reign)
I love to write. I love to say the things I want to say without my mouth open, without my tongue working. I am a poet and story writer. I started writing stories when I was Thirteen and wrote my first poem when I was Nineteen Years Old. I may not write as good as Shakespeare or Wordsworth did but I hope my writings will be widely read and appreciated. I hope to be get better with every poem I read, with every poem I write, with every comment I make on other people's work and with every comment I receive about any of my poems. I just want to write, I just want to be read, I just want to be a Poem Hunter.
Nur'ayn (new reign)'s Works:
I currently have no published books but I hope to, soon.
Nur'ayn (new reign) Poems
Sword And Blood (Haiku)
On My Way Home
I was there, trying to find my way home, Through the grasses, thorns and sticky loam That had replaced the narrow footpath, That once led man from this to that.
Blessed Waste (Haiku)
My ears are hot from the gush of voices And I wish my soul can be lost for minutes Lost as my eyes would shut their openings And then I'll submit myself to the darkness waiting.
Have you seen the sky on a moony night? When the moon's glow will shed you light When the stars' smiles would make your night And the gentle wind blows and take your fright.
Search My Soul (Haiku)
My Mind Lives (Haiku)
In soft wooden leaves My overflowing mind lives Twisted with strong heaves
Guess Good (Haiku)
Seedlings Of Sorrow (Haiku)
Fare Ye Well
Eyes of an eagle that shed no tears And ears that hear all through his years His skin as tough as Bennett Claire's And spirit that fights without his fears.
I can unwind the hands of my clock, But it won't change the morning light to dawn. I wish to meet time so we can talk So I can go back in time to retie the loose knots.
Battered, scattered, utterly shattered. The question of trust rightfully answered. Lost in a world where the sun was warm, and sent to a shore where the water is hot.
The Tour Of Terror
Who knows what I was seeking for? In a dark forest, not a pleasing tour and wham! I'm up against the dark four- Who have no mercy or something to die for.
My ears are hot from the gush of voices
And I wish my soul can be lost for minutes
Lost as my eyes would shut their openings
And then I'll submit myself to the darkness waiting.
My mind is blocked at the cost of my reasoning
Overflown with thoughts of my world that's spinning
So dark and cold and no one is watching
But the silence I feel is louder than a rock guitarist.