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Sour times

The voice in my head is depleted of strength, it won't talk back.
Sadness... the mask starts to crack.
These thoughts and unspoken questions never got me anywhere.
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  • Yash Shinde (3/14/2014 10:13:00 AM)

    I want to leave, but I'm not strong enough to escape the cage of despair.- -reminds of a trapped bird, in need of endless sky, well penned emotions of loneliness...lovely

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  • Evance Ombaka (7/25/2013 1:58:00 AM)

    Well expressed......I can here the caged bird cry in despair
    Hopeless and cannot fly, it's not fair

  • D. Smart (4/6/2013 2:16:00 PM)

    This is beautifully written. You are very much like me when it comes to pain...and trying to express it properly. Unfortunately there are no human words proper enough to accurately describe what goes on in the human heart...but we will keep trying, huh?

  • Osama Waqar (3/27/2013 1:58:00 AM)

    beautiful..........................................very good, innovative, creative and experimental approach......
    good. keep it up............... :)

  • Guess Who (3/15/2013 4:46:00 PM)

    Is it sane to question your own sanity? very wise question.... liked the way you aswered it maybe you are right being able to ask such question means your are mentally sane and conscious..... or am i wrong? Good poem here too...... Seems you are good in these sorrow / pain poems
    keep the good work up GuessWho

  • Hans Vr (3/15/2013 6:22:00 AM)

    Deep melancholy wonderfully expressed.
    The question about sanity is a haunting one.
    If we define sane by the standards of a society full of rules, we may not want to be too sane all the time.
    Let our imagination roll, let's believe in the good.
    Simple kindnesses to the lowest of our friends can make wonders and can turn us around.

    A wonderful piece of poetry. you are in my prayers.

  • Zahra Shariat (3/14/2013 3:37:00 PM)

    you made a good image,

  • Aria Siren (3/14/2013 9:58:00 AM)

    I like the style to this poem and the content is well stated. It is a narration of thoughts, bouncing off one another and echoing in your ears. Many people can relate to this poem I think. And Sameera-I question my sanity all of the time. Hopefully As long as I question my sanity I'm still sane, right? (that was one of my favourite lines, it's almost humorous with how honest it is.

  • Rohit Sapra (3/14/2013 9:04:00 AM)

    Hopelessness often makes one feel miserable. Yes, in such times sanity is also questioned because nothing remains.

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