Treasure Island

Jahan zaib

(February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

MY SUPERHERO


Loved to hear brave Hercules deeds,
Watched Superman for his flying traits,
Dreamed to be Spiderman for human needs,
........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Comments about this poem (MY SUPERHERO by Jahan zaib )

Enter the verification code :

  • * Sunprincess * (11/10/2012 1:04:00 AM)

    wow..this is a beautiful tribute to your father..
    hope you shared this one with him..it is fabulous.. :) (Report) Reply

  • The Reader (11/5/2012 10:11:00 AM)

    a great write, a great tribute - my cords are touched as i missed my HERO 15 years back; 15 years back when i was nothing but a student he used to be glad on life's little achievements, my little things, i used to be a V.I.P when he was there. how tasteless it is to stand up yourself after falling down with the realization that your hero wont come to take care of you, how cruel it is to win laurels without his happy shouts.i wish to see him, to hear his voice, things are piled up for sharing, complaints are unheard, joys are staying in the phase of no-celebrations, sorrows die their natural death without catharsis, tears roll-down with no hopes of being wiped out by a kindred hands.i miss my super-hero. : ( (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (11/5/2012 5:07:00 AM)

    Wonderful piece... first made me think of my lovely son who's hero at the moment is iron man but has been many different figures from buzz lightyear to spiderman but i was hoping that you were going to turn (as you indeed did) to a real role model in the end, one as you say cannot fly but as you see it let you be the success you are today by im guess grounded love and well thought out reactions...i also love that you titled this in capitals as it shows how important he is to you...tyvm (Report) Reply

  • Saeed Jan (11/3/2012 12:09:00 PM)

    Superb one, with a flow like that of water.. all the lines contributing to make a greater whole with nothing superfluous.. what I like most in this poem is the changing heroes with changing time/age, but only one hero remains constant till the very end and that is father.... It hits me the most because U know my situation... Great write pal..! ! (Report) Reply

  • Raihana Abdul Jabbar (11/3/2012 10:26:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot for your valuable comment on my poem.
    This poem portrays a truth that everyone's real superhero is their father. Whatever they seek in childhood, teenage and in later stages of life, they will come back and emulate their father's footsteps when they meet a crisis in life. Awesome ink! Loved it... Allah Bless You! :) (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (11/2/2012 7:36:00 AM)

    a wonderful piece by a wonderful person...may be you should look around more maybe you are someone's hero
    i am pretty sure you are

    thank you for sharing
    love
    payal (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (11/2/2012 6:14:00 AM)

    Hahaha i loved it, humor and heroic action all in one write..this is great and i loved the spirit! ! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Heyyou Boy (11/1/2012 3:36:00 PM)

    We all have heros. Even though mans hero might be anothers villain. well done Jahan! (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (11/1/2012 11:10:00 AM)

    My poem has got a trophy from Sir Thomas A Robinson and I really appreciate you Gulsher. (Report) Reply

  • Gulsher John (11/1/2012 7:48:00 AM)

    wow jaani.......assembled the whole Hollywood, nice treated the theme for different age instinct, this end note is superb.....Father, my hero, reason of my rise.
    from comics to real world portrayed every Hero beautifully...... one humble request that be focused on rhyme and melody.............. good job (Report) Reply

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]