Arfa Karim Poetry

Arfa Karim is a famous youngest Microsoft Certified Professional in 2008 And English poet.He is Born on 2 February 1995 In Faisalabad,Pakistan.He is Died 14 January 2012 in Lahore,Pakistan


As I was walking in a distant garden

As I was walking in a distant garden
It happen just so sudden,
That rain poured in heavy showers,
On the bright and colourful flowers.
Then to home hurried I,
Under the grey, clouded sky.
To save myself from getting wet,
And the cold which I could get,
From the Mid-autumn rain,
Pattering against the window-pane.

My mom is very sweet and always caring

My mom is very sweet and always caring
She worries about me when I am in school.
She makes sure that I get where I am going
On time so that I dont feel like a fool.
She cares whenever I pick on my younger brother.
She cares whenever he or I get hurt.
She cares whenever I score a goal in soccer.
She cares about the buttons on my shirt.

But best of all, my mom loves all of us
Who live with her, both when were good and bad.
She makes me happy with a hug and kiss
And holds my hand whenever I am sad.

Here I sit full of gloom

Here, I sit full of gloom
All alone in my very own room
Its enough to make me weep..
All because of that little creep

Sister is a rotten, horrid child
And that is just putting it very mild
She is bad to a great extent
But its my reputation that is getting bent

Little sisters are a real big pain
She ruins my homework after Ive racked my brain
She bothers me when I have a guest
And always acts like a royal pest

Once she spilled a chocolate malt
Then told mom it was all my fault
Whenever we get into a fight
Im in the doghouse all the night

Thats the trouble with being old
When theres trouble, you get the scold
But wait, I wont be sad
Instead, I will be glad

Cuz now Im mad at my dumb sister
And her little but Im going to blister
This house will no longer be so wild
Because.. Im going to become an only child

Snow angels dancing in the breeze

Snow angels dancing in the breeze,
Brother and sister fall on their knees.
They lay down in the bitter snow,
And figures of angels begin to show.
The pair giggle and smile at each other,
And each prays they will never lose the other.

Snow angels playing on the river,
Then the ice begins to quiver.
He lets out a dreadful scream;
She hopes its just a dream.
She reaches out her hand,
But he slips away just like sand.

Snow angels in the white field,
A little heart looking to be healed.
She lays down in the bitter snow,
And a figure of an angel begins to show.
She lets out and sheds a tear,
Yet she will always hold her angel near.

I sit among my rocks waiting for the men to pass by

I sit among my rocks, waiting for the men to pass by.
The large rock by the door is scarred with my
Marks, a record of those I watched die
While my song rose to fill the sky.

I pass by that rock every day, and I see
Only how many more marks there must be
Before my time is done, and I may leave
This rocky tower for the blue blue sea

I often wonder if these men ever, ever know
As their ship is dashed on the rocks below
That I do not hate them. Nay, I love them so
These men who come, and yet too quickly go.

For it is lonely here day after passing day
Watching my only joy slip away
Beneath the waves as I turn to lay
My hand upon that rock so I do not sway

And turn to save the drowning men that I-
With my beauty which so pleased their eye
And the voice that lured them to my side-
Have broken and condemned to die.

I look to the sky at night and admire the beauty of the stars

I look to the sky at night and admire the beauty of the stars
I stand in awe of their brilliance;
They are as shining and constant
and they have been since the beginning of time.

They light the heavens and fill our hearts with wonder.
When one burns out, another takes its place;
for they are eternal.
Wherever you are, they guide you from their home high above the earth.
At times, they seem close enough to touch,
as they transport your dreams far away.

Their magic compels us to offer up wishes for their consideration.
They make us realize that even when the sky is the darkest,
a tiny beacon of light still shines through.
They are Gods reminder to us that some things really do go on forever.

The smoky breath of Poseidon

The smoky breath of Poseidon
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.

The mothers crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.

A melody floats upon the tides,
Lingering within cool sprays.
Upon creamy foam the tune rides,
And silver notes gently raise.

Sweetened with an aqua hue,
The mermaid song plays on.
Secrets of the depths are viewed,
Unlocked by the coming dawn.

A symphony soars within the light,
Sea nymph voices floating high.
Within the sound I hear her might,
Echoing where ocean meets sky.

The crystal opera begins to fade,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea.
Memories fall in a final cascade,
Reminding that the song shall always be.

Connected to God in tune with nature

Connected to God, in tune with nature
heartfelt passions spoken in a line.
What better place to find serenity
than in the prayer of a poet online.

Gathered in unity, divided in style;
souls searching for perfect peace
touching lives by a timely rhyme
giving solace and pains release.

Seeking an emissary to heavens throne?
To whisper entreaties to Angels there;
No better place to reach Gods ear
than through the power of a poets prayer.

I heard a creepy ghost

I heard a creepy ghost
And down was he creeping
Was it a sound in my head
Or the bedroom door creaking

It was tall as the tallest tree
Playing chase with the wind
It could shrink to the size of a flea
And all it wants is a friend

I heard that ghost
Sliding under the door
It is in my room
Creeping across the floor

It is in my school
Hovering behind my chair
It is behind my friend
Combing cold hands through her hair

It has changed in to a flea
Sitting on a bulb holder
Its next stop to sit would be
Your big smelly shoulder

A friend is someone who understands and

A friend is someone who understands and
someone you can trust.

They will listen to you both night and day without ever making a fuss.

A friend will stand by your side when you are right and sometimes when you are wrong.

They will hold you up when you are weak and provide support to make you strong.

A friends love is unconditional and unique in every way.

And when you have problems a true friend will kneel with you and pray.

A friend will stand by your side through thick and thin.

And whenever everyone have deserted you they still will be your friend.

A friend once said to me that a friend is sent from God above and I believe this to be true.

Because God has sent a friend to me and that friend to me is YOU.