Dawn hour

Dawn hour where I walk with you,

Was the time I ever spend with you

The world unknown us,

As we were the slave of that morning,

Time was wangling us,

Coz we did before the sunrise,

The morning star were too seen,

But all were silent,

The light were dim,

And my eyes were vim,

The nature were very fresh,

The road versify the day with some kind,

Butterfly were jumping and dancing,

With the new born leaves,

Perhaps I was to dance with you,

If you were to joint my hearty moment,

Of my love! once it was….

Written by

-Nehemiah theophylus haokip

Date 13/5/11

History of poetry

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For a more in-depth table of the history of poetry, see List of years in poetry.

The Deluge tablet, carved in stone, of the Gilgamesh epic in Akkadian, circa 2nd millennium BC.

Poetry as an art form may predate literacy.^[1] The earliest poetry is believed to have been recited or sung, employed as a way of remembering oral history, genealogy, and law. Poetry is often closely related to musical traditions, and the earliest poetry exists in the form of hymns (such as the work of Sumerian priestess Enheduanna). Many of the poems surviving from the ancient world are recorded prayers, or stories about religious subject matter, but they also include historical accounts, instructions for everyday activities, love songs,^[2] and fiction.

Many scholars, particularly those researching the Homeric tradition and the oral epics of the Balkans, suggest that early writing shows clear traces of older oral traditions, including the use of repeated phrases as building blocks in larger poetic units. A rhythmic and repetitious form would make a long story easier to remember and retell, before writing was available as an aide-memoire.^[3] Thus many ancient works, from the Vedas (1700 - 1200 BC) to the Odyssey (800 - 675 BC), appear to have been composed in poetic form to aid memorization and oral transmission, in prehistoric and ancient societies.^[4] Poetry appears among the earliest records of most literate cultures, with poetic fragments found on early monoliths,runestones and stelae.

The promise you have made

All carry the hope of other

As they promise you so

The buried hope as treasure

Seems so visible after all the truth appearED

The promise you have made

Won’t parish away

Because I know, once it will come true

As a promise is made to do

Even though it took a long journey

You said you’ll be back

But nothing seems so return

Only the hollowness of yours

As your journey was in vain

But still am waiting here

For the promise you have made

You said you’ll hug me too tight

When you soon return

But only the hug of me in you

Seems so truth as your hug too in need

But still am waiting here

For the promise you have made

You said you’ll set me a ring

When you really get a time

But only the year has just past out

It seems the ring got roasted

But still am waiting here

For the promise you have made

 

You said you’ll call me

But calls of yours seems forgotten

What if, you have found a dear better than me ?

But still am waiting here

For the promise you have made

 

But soon, the year have passed away

Just for the sake of your promise

I was inhaling my last breath

For the promise you have made

But that promises seems undone

Cause the accident of your

Were too serious that

The promise of yours

Seems to be fulfill in our next birth

As she has set her journey

To travel for ever

- WRITTEN BY  NEHEMIAH THEOPHYLUS HAOKIP

DATE-12/01/12

The room for you and me

When I really feel the touch of yours

Am scared that I might lose my consoled

The biggest mistake you have made

That you have learnt to love me

That made me recalls every time

Of what we used to clue

But my heart will flow on

For I really meant you

My tear will sprinkle

The memories of our love

The words you used to spell out

Will spruce my heart

And the spree I used to dream for

On a prom vale

You let it flow away

What I know

You’ll hide your unseen view

In oyster

My love…why you’ve cut our love so short

Your faithful words hasn’t frozen yet

For I let it worm with your words

Which you used to heal my broken heart

As tenderly I’ll treat you

If we weren’t broken,

How will I expect

You’ll show me

That our love was a dust

That will be fled in oyster

But those dust will be dwell secure

In the faith of yours

Those memories will serve their own dyke

Among the path of my tear dyke

And those words of yours

Will be kept in the arsenal of my heart

But the artillery of my memories

Will still war the unseen view of yours…

For my heart still built a room for you and me….

WRITTEN BY-  NEHEMIAH THEOPHYLUS HAOKIP
DATE 6/12/12

In tree mankind still innocent

Life giver of all

Known to be the brother of mankind

And you deserve to be the fourth father

The protector of mankind too

The sweetness of your pavilion

As your everything so perfect

Sometime I wonder that

How do you wish to stand so long?

As a statue

The kind of your

Innumerable then sands

The honest of you in me

Will be very exceedingly

As you’re ethical

Dear tree, how do you wish to help us?

When we cut you into any shaped

Does it really our mistake

But dear, you have to understand

As we’re in need of your body

The precious of your parts

So hard to recognize

As we’re still innocent

The color of yours

So beauty green

The looks of yours

So wonderful to nature

The age of yours

So long to recover for mankind

As you’re ever lasting friend

The important of yours too many to spell out

As you’ re a hero of a mankind

If you weren’t to be here

The beauties of this world

Would haven’t been born

As you cover us with your green life

And the leaves of yours

Very much in use

As to retreat the world

And to refine the health

As you were created for convene

As your brother a mankind

My ocular very maintaining you

As you’re all in one purpose

The sweet bird sings upon YOU

And their home on your body too

Sorry dear, for the obvert you into precious

And sorry too for the obviate to you

As we’re ogre in you

Because I know it’s our imitative

And immaculate of your tears

You’re so kind to us

As the mankind still innocent

WRITTEN BY-  NEHEMIAH THEOPHYLUS HAOKIP
DATE 14/4/11