Life Encompassed, Pain & Fury: Poems for the Soul

By Shir Nisha

"Life Encompassed, Pain & Fury"
Poems for the Soul

Poetry is expression of feelings, captured in that moment in time. Its about perception of the world we create and live in.

Poetry allows the unraveling of anger that is regressed or repressed. It acts as catharsis of ones emotions, and helps douse the fire within our souls.

Life Encompassed, Pain and Fury is a book consisting of 159 poems. These poems will touch your heart, make you think and even cause your eyes to sadden with tears.

They are adaptable for hymns, songs, and applicable in a English Literature class room at college level.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 8, 2007
• ISBN: 9781469123165

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Copyright © 2007 by Shir Nisha.

Cover image designed by Shir Nisha

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4257-7574-2

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CONTENTS

A Stranger

A Wish*

About Life

Africa

Anger

Arrowed Heart

As Death Embarks Upon Her

Ashes Will Not Last

At Will

Au Revoir

Back to the Flock

Belle Tiens

Black Lace

Bloodline Blind*

Bones and Flesh

Bright Blue Sky

Bruised*

Can, Can Girl

Cast the Net*

Caution said

Changes of Time

Cheat Not Your Brother

Cheated

Closed to Me

Confused

Corded in my Heart

Cry of the Child

Dearest Lady

Death Has Found You

Denial

Divine Frame of Mind

Discounting Gods’ Pardon

Don’t Cry Little Love

Dungeon

During Illness

Ecstasy of Old

Endurance

Essence of the Night

Evening Closes In

Every Step

Exhausion

Faith, My Love

Firefly

Fort

Friendship

Fright

Glimpse

God

God has Left

Gods’ Goal

Grasp me Tight*

Grip on Me

Gypsy Eyes

Hands in Prayer

Hate!*

Heart of Tears

Heart Spurned

Heart*

Highways of Life

Holding On

Home of a House

Howling Heart*

I Comprehend

I Telephoned God

Ice

Illusion of Peace

In Death, She laid… *

Infused

Insane

Invisible Bonds

Is Life Fear?

It’s Not Failure!

Karma*

Keep Check of Self!

Lies

Life is Tough

Life’s Gold

Like an Animal

Like Spring

Loneliness

Longing

Lost Faith

Lost Innocence

Love Light

Love Live Within

Love Might

Lull me to sleep, Father.

Making me whole

Meet My King

Memory

Mercy*

Mom

Mother Nature Responds

My Father

My Fearful Heart

My Last Hold

My Star

My Wrongful Death*

Night Creatures*

Night Moon

Pain Pangs

Paris

Peril

Plight of the Condor

Poisoned Drizzle

Proud Man*

Purple Wild Flower

Puzzled

Rainbow Shame

Red Brick House

Rhapsody

River Rhine

Roaming

Roses of Regents Park

Safe Sanctuary

Salt of Ease

Sand Castles

Scorched

Secrets of Us

Signs

Smile

Solace

Soul Hold

Soul on Fire

Soundless Dance

Sphere of Sands

Splendor

Stilted Pit

StonedTear

Stop

Story of Me

Suffocate

Tantalize

Thanks

The Cost Is Dear!

The Note Taker

Time

Timeless

Today

Towering Friend*

Traitorous Heart

Trusting Glance

Turmoil of the Hearts*

Turn Back*

Useless

Waking Up

Wanderer

What If

White Sand

Why the Night?

Wings

Winter Carpet

Wishiful Thinking

You

You know

You Were Always Behind

Your Blessed Sight

Your Hold

Youthful Heart

Dedicated

 . . . those who are passionate about life,

 . . . who experience life,

 . . . who share their passion through music & art.

Also, for those who are compassionate and kind.

May you find solace in these words, knowing that you are not alone.

Author’s perception of Poetry

Poetry is one’s expression of feelings captured in moment in time. It’s about experience and perception of the world we create and live in.

Poetry allows the unraveling of anger that is regressed or repressed. It acts as catharsis of one’s emotions, and helps douse the fire within our souls.

In fact, the mere act creates an allowance to ventilate and document the emotions as well as tells a story of time.

A Stranger

A stranger entered the town…

Familiar places were now foreign

It was only recently that the stranger was a torch of light

Light that lit the gardens wall delight.

Now! Even the plants withered,

dying without the stranger’s touch.

Oh stranger!

Cried the garden, look what we have become.

No one to touch, or

care our slender limbs.

It’s not that you did not warn us, they all cried…

But

We did not expect to be left high and dry.

Now!

Only Gods’ mercy is left for watered deluge high.

Go! Go Stranger!

You have served your time well,

no hard feeling, only our demise foretelling.

—Shir Nisha

A Wish*

Oh Angel of death

Bestow not your bounty on thee

At least, not yet, until I see

Her grand, on its way

Ask for a boon.

Oh! Let my granny stay

A little longer, if you may.

Angel, I know my granny is in pain

Her head spins, and she topples easily

fracturing her shins.

Leave her be,

She is certainly not ready for thee.

Oh, please, please, let me see.

—Shir Nisha

About Life

So sweet is our world, full of delight.

Flocks of birds chirp and flirt,

from mornings to the night.

Even death has it place in the charming order,

even not with delight.

Our world,

if you look its like music in every sight.

Under the sea,

above the mountains,

in every rustle of the forest leaves,

as the animals end darkness

through their innocent eyes of light.

Life lingers even in silence,

only if the ears listen these can be heard.

Divinity surrounds us,

if our senses scent it out.

Tune it to the butterflies,

Fire flies more so ants.

Their little life stings remind us that,

as little as they are,

they have the might, reminding us

that its all about life.

—Shir Nisha

Africa

Africaaaaaa Why?

Why did you sell your sons and daughters?

Why?

Did you even fathom about their journey of old?

Their deprivation and death to where sold?

Why for a bag of gold? Why?

Even in death, your people behold

Singing the song of hope, knowing their end was near.

For generations to come they toiled and cold

losing their culture of old.

With blood, breeding and death,

they held their breath.

It was living hell, they borne.

Decades upon decades, they maintained their souls;

praying to their savior to be out of bondage of old.

The Lord