Tag: Poetry
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Sunlight of Beirut
The buds of the berry tree, Blooming with fruit Under the sunlight of Beirut I lie in a bikini Taking in everything nature is giving me, While I wait to sip on my lemonade. Life’s unsure, many decisions to take;, Turning twenty-three, I act like I’m a ripe fruit, But inside I’m just a kid…
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للشعور شَرَفٌ
، شِعرٌ من شاعرٍ شَعَرَ بوجعِ ذاته .فإشْتعلت شُعلةُ الأحرفِ بداخله ،الشاعرُ بالوجعِ شاعرٌ .وعَرش الشعور شَرَفٌ ،شُعورُ الشماتة، شمسٌ حارقة .وأشعّة الشروق شوقٌ شاسع ،كيف يشتاقُ الشوقَ للشوكِ .وشوكَهُ للشوقِ شاق
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Turning Tides
Emotions… They keep drowning me drowning me deeper deeper into the deepest abyss of uncertainty They keep suffocating me suffocating me slowly slowly in my dreams Bitter Sweet Down, down I have been struggling through the days Bitter, bitter they have been, lingering like broken promises You gave them a sweet, sweet taste always there, …
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هذا الكُره ليس كرهي
الأنظمة والحكومات لا تمنحنا حرية التعبير، بل هي تسمح لنا به على اعتباره حق من حقوق الإنسان التي أقرتها الدساتير وصانتها القوانين. فنقول: أستطيع أن أعبر عن رأيي بكل حرية، فحريتي مكفولة في القانون. وعليه، قد يخرج أحدهم ويستخدم حريته في نشر خطاب طائفي أو خطاب تحريضي ويثير أزمة دخلية أو حرب خارجية يقول الضابط…
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don’t sweat it, it’s nothing
Sunstroke, in the middle of my broken neck, soul starving as she travels to the home we never had punch me in the vocal cords, steal away my words. i am nothing and nothing – a dead meal for birds i study the tragedy, the trauma, the wound, my eyes watch, unfeeling the bloodstain bloom …
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The Blind Knight
They say a tree that never bends will break And I would have, my love, If you hadn’t been the gentle wind nudging me in the right direction. A tongue tied yet you always knew what to say It’s like, my love, We’ve broken every curse that binds us So we could be bound to…
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The Cycle
What is death but a blooming rose Red like the blood that froze In time In me Can’t you see We never vanish, But just like energy We transform For we are energy – Everything yet nothing, Made of stardust and stone From a tender molecule That wasn’t left alone Why – might you ask?…
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A Small Collection on Loss
Wishes ResignedAugust 15, 2020, on losing a family member in the port explosion Where is the doctor to Eternal Sunshine me Sneak into my home and erase my memory Where was the hero who would’ve saved us all Must have flown right past us, watched the city fall Where do people really go when they…
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Anatomy of the Earth-Born
Hair like rivers flowing, dark silk that won’t lie flat, rebellion against scorching fire. Skin the shade of sun-baked clay, the color of deserts with orchard at harvest undertones. A nose carved like a ridge of stone, molded against the wind – unmoved, rough, unsoftened. Eyes as deep as olives at harvest: bitter and dark,…
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أمانة الغياب
حتى مع النسيان لم أخونكِ وبالنسيان أرى عيونك كيف لي أن أنساكِ؟ وذكراك كروح تسكتني, فما عاد الشوق يداوي جروحي ولا النسيان …اختاري صحبتي