Nomi Shira

Category: Poetry

  • The Curse of the Writer

    The mind a panorama of multiple ideas layered in their depth and context, but no one to truly understand. An everspring of ideas, a constant poet generating layers in the background; a never ending diverse painting with multiple harmonies of depth. Sort of a cage, for who can truly comprehend;…

  • Four Walls Vs A Home

    “love is what creates a home”

  • Time

    A reflection slowly fades to gray smoke A timeless dream’s song in the background Fingers curl to catch the slipping cloud between –  Slowly slips through into the song – blends into the background melody –       Time. A rippling black pool seated in the black woods Drops falls on the…

  • Deepest Depth of Darkness

    Written after some of the damage one of the Israeli hostages went through was publicized. I have heard the deepest evil at the bottomless depths, Stared endless darkness into eyes with no soul, Felt twisted rage from deep within my being… How will we ever recover, Will we ever shed…

  • Alcohol

    The blood of mankind,   The poison of the blood To reduce man to act like the animal,   To form his eyes and tooth to match his blood. Reduce to a marble   Lost control Turn into a bubbling rabble   To what cost Lose the colorful splash gracing your world   Lose…

  • Song Strings

    The strings of guitar take me back into its hollow recesses of time, Revisit the lush green grass of the past as I slide into the dark wooden chamber, Black music notes floating in on a wave illuminate the sunshine for me, The piano keys begin to float in,     beginning…

  • Why Don’t You Like Me

    I frequent your streets, And mingle with your kind. I set the foundation for your stone, I build where you hand me hew and hammer, Why don’t you like me? My eyes desperately plead. I crave your approval, To blend into the wall. I speak your language, And frequent your…

  • It’s the People that Suffer

    Russia – Ukraine War Above Hand grasps a lever; from the comfort of the airplane the agent of death is released; Opens a panel on the plane. Nightfall blankets the sky; the stars emerge to illuminate Over the comfort of the home of the hand that released the lever. Belly…

  • Dance in the Rain

    Steps of dancing to cease their slaps on the cement in a storm Does the storm engulf the sun, or does it merely cover it’s light?  But tell me, tell me: can there be storm and sun, can there be storm and sun simultaneously functioning, Shining and pouring: Can’t we…

  • The Road of Childhood

    Come join me on the road of childhood Running in freedom’s wind across a lush green field Laughter’s life shadows the moving lips that curl into a smile Laced into life’s very foundation, criss – crossing through its floors Come join me on the road of childhood, Where its instruments’…