8teen. Poem by Eman Awad

8teen.



Finally, eighteen,
i was dying all my life to be at this age one day.
To me it was a dream,
but it's a dream that must come true any way.
And when you ask me what i want,
as a present for such a special day.
No need to ask because i won't,
tell what i wished all the way.
I won't need new and glamoury things,
i just need to be happy as i live.
I don't need presents in coloured strings,
maybe i need some thing you can't give.
I need an honest heart,
maybe a wonderful life i've created in my mind.
I'd love a new start,
with all those things that ache me behind.
I need to wake up at morning,
hold the breeze of dawn in my arms.
Run freely out side and without a warning,
i fall to know i'm in sky with stars.
I need some one to believe in me,
some one who would go all the way.
Some one to share my hopes with me,
some one who would love me always.
I need who would hold my hand,
i need who will share my reveries.
Some one who will understand,
all my thoughts and render me sweet memories.
So many emotions i kept for so long,
and i have to give out so much love.
Come along with me to where we'll belong,
i'll spread happiness over the land you rove.
Finally i knew what i really need,
my present in my birthday the eighteen.
In my poems i finally can read,
beautiful meanings and a serene.
I need to scream out the words,
thoughts i'll represent to be true.
My wish will be a better world,
for them and for me and you.
I'll finally know how to love,
and how to take my own responsibility.
Make true hopes i thought of,
thoughts of being young and free.
Eighteen, that's how old i am,
happy will be my new name.
So many things you'll understand,
and when you are eighteen you'll feel the same...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 11 September 2008

A nice poem, nice observation. Wel done.

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 31 March 2008

what a fascinating piece...........wonderful pictures.............

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