Sea-Crab Poetry

How I wish I could join This date born From the same palm You sprout from When you, The Muhammad's Make vows And come to fusion Like these verses To weave a poem, Not from verses, But from you two. May this poem I pen Be a canvas On which you two Look back some day And both of you Upon revisiting, Smile with tiny rivers, Two, below your eyes, Eying a union Together, Bound by a hug, On the other side Of uncountable tempests. May you remain, Like these verses, Adhered together. May these verses Always remind you Of the beautiful Eternal poem That you should be. May ying and yang Like these verses, In you, Reside like the cow And the egret Or like the jigsaw fit Of Cancer and Capricorn. And like these two, May your souls Be forever entwined Balancing Like a seesaw. There are, in this poem, Some verses, Which are pythons, And others, Which are puff adders. Don't they all weave A poem Whose verses stay together? May you two Be those two verses That weave An eternal poem. And like th...

Joram— Myriads call him In the tongue of Shakespeare. Son Smoother— He exists In the tongue Of those whose soul ink spills. He's a Capricorn Child— Diligence, focus Charming strictness And self-validation Are the hues That color his throb. I know Of such a soul— The Cosmic Flagrance  Whom my soul knows. He holds With his diligent hands The steering wheel Of Car-Freak Motors. The soles of your shoes Won't swallow anymore Pebbles and ballast— The rubber of wheels Which can't Will do instead. Hey Capricorn Child! See, your sun rises Marking an ignition Of a flaming enthusiasm. How exhausted Your soul has been— Wallowing through The terminal phases Of your twelve–month cycle! The cakes, the gifts And the blissful music Are the bouquets That adorn This great day You descend From among the stars. This man Who spills ink From his soul Presents to you A gift of poetry Wrapped in a box Of best wishes. You're a beam Of a light invincible. I, the moon child Wait with impatience Fo...

(Image generated using Canva AI) It’s been a while Since I saw her pen Spill ink on our canvas. All I can do Is go over and over Her flagrant soul spills. The god nested Within the confines of my soul Whispered to him That the cold fires Of Masr Are paralyzing This flagrant rose Flourishing In the bride of the Nile. She confirmed today To my soul shaken By unspoken flaring questions Of her whereabouts That the voice Whispering in me Was no hallucination. O freezing fires That color the bride of the Nile You have been cataclysmic Wanting to wither Blossoms from this rose That exudes flagrant soul spills. You seem to have frozen The ink that spills From this soul Gone frosty. These days, The fragrance Of her spiritual canvas And of her recent souvenir That coined my name Which inhabits The nucleus of me Have kept me going. Oh freezing fires That engulf The abode of the rose! You may maim her Just for a moment From nourishing my spiritual guide But soon you must know That this dialogue Fl...

It's felt– Something that burns Somewhere Above the navel. At this point I hear you Speaking in a fire That razes me Like a heartburn. This fire, Untamable, Burns incessantly. Sometimes its tongues Grow like a mountain And sometimes It calms down Into a sea That's always raging With the initial burn. Some truths, Unspoken, Bear a gravity So enormous, As you say. My beautiful Petals, Please forgive me For seeking Your helping hand In unleashing it Where it abides Imprisoned Inside our soul. Do you remember Those moments When I get stuck? Do you recall How your hand, So able, Takes us To that beautiful end? Last night, All I longed for Was your able hand. I shall still go on Seeking from you A helping hand And see If the unceasing fire Shall one day Be one I can touch. Probably, There's a hug That awaits Which shall heal This pain. Only you Shall heal it That fateful day The infernal tongues That reside in me. This soul here Yields tears In that one As we navigate The unreach...

Birthed in my soul Is gloom Upon thoughts That won't wane In my mind Where you keep popping. Birthed in my soul Is an untamed flame sea That rages More than it does. What flickers most Is what you said About what you did When the freezing flames Known To the Bride of the Nile Held you hostage– Did something befall Upon an overdose? My stance is fixated Somewhere Between blackness and darkness Where your tears and turmoil Hit on my soul With a clarity beyond clear. I hope you just tethered To the realm of slumber– Don't you know it My rose, The monster I dread most? I hope my soul Just knows this– That the rose I tend to Is guarded By some thorns That my souls seeks, With vehemence, From the cosmos. But my rose, There's a beam of light Which pierced my iris– That your words, Laden with wit, Never cease to speak To the troubled souls Whom I see Talk of your soul, Full of gold And unceasing glitter. Did you see it, The way flagrance Never ceases oozing From your invincible pet...

We had a meetup Somewhere up there Among clusters of celestials. You told me Where you headed And then I mused Some narrative Which was an inscription In chalk, on my mind, On which someone Accidentally brushed off. On the yester Within the ink That my soul spilled I beseeched you For yet another sky encounter. How crystal-clear Your soul hears My silent pleas! Your soul said That this plea Would be answered Among the constellations In the night But under the sun. In some fortnights Rare like the eclipses You popped up On my sky This day next to the sun With an embrace so lovely Leaning on my waist. A cub in bliss, Like your lion was, I still could see Embedded beneath layers Of your chaotic soul Eaten up By the last cataclysm. You came today In broad daylight. I whispered to you This day, To take care of yourself– Perhaps, This was the narrative That sank into oblivion Last night Among the celestials. I long, yet again, To see you, my cub. © Sea-Crab Poetry. (Voyager of Words) Similar...

Image source: Canva AI To sleep And to not wake up Or to wake up Into a world Where I find you Is all I crave. To hold, In my hands, This gadget This night And to wake up Holding you In my hands Is all I crave. To write On this canvas In this moment So rowdy And to wake up Holding a pen Inking your palm Is all I crave. To lie On this chair This night With my chest Hugging this cushion And to wake up With our bosoms Linked Like these verses Is all I long for. To scream loud Your name This night And at daybreak, To call you Next to me For us To prepare coffee Is all I seek. To scratch My kinky beard This night Laden with longing And to wake up Combing, with my fingers, Your soft hair Is all I weep for. Like a woman, Pregnant, And her cravings, So is my soul Craving for you, Like a man, Drowning, Craving for oxygen. © Sea-Crab Poetry. More Info Read this poem from Medium and discover more poetry on divine union. GET YOUR COPY ABOUT ME