Ayesha iSha


The Stranger - Poem by Ayesha iSha

I only have thoughts

That become words

Scattered like the countless coins on the floor of a shrine

The words that clink and make soul stirring sounds

The words when mingled together

Paint a picture that completes me

That’s the world inside me

That’s the identity I can relate to


Comments about The Stranger by Ayesha iSha

  • (7/27/2008 4:44:00 AM)

    as poets, our thoughts and their words are our identity....well expressed! (Report)Reply

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  • (7/9/2008 6:03:00 AM)

    'the floor of a shrine'
    'when mingled together'
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  • (7/9/2008 5:43:00 AM)

    this is your best one so far but i gave it only a 9 because your grammar is bad (Report)Reply

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  • (7/8/2008 4:53:00 PM)

    Your poem is AMAZING. Love the way you have made the words appear so flawless. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 15, 2009


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