Poetry Blogs (alive)
How do you know what’s old? How do you know if it’s too old? People will ask “can it feel new again?” because it’s human nature. It’s human nature to hold on to what we love, and what made us feel loved. But in the end, when you look back on it, that feeling changes. History is a process. It’s a process of knowing where you’ve been, why you’re holding on to it, and when to let it go. I used to thi...
Friday 16th October 2020 2:55 am
that boat on the coast croons the waves
whisking a dying infant in
a baptist sea for saving,
brought faith in God to save them,
a baptist sea for saving.
I see them from sand afloat-
a buoy in the water with chance
and such a sacred body
might sinking be belief-
to then arise them another-
Wednesday 29th July 2020 6:08 pm
We drank to remember
We drank to forget
But most of all
We drank to feel alive
It was not at all a time
For lively celebration
But one for contemplation
Grinding out the days
To live through this occasion
Hiding behind our curtains
A peak at the world outside
Frightened and lonely
Wedded to the bride Isolation.
Friday 8th May 2020 10:15 am
What a peaceful thought.
Tuesday 30th July 2019 1:04 am
one thing is branching into many
forks and splays without me ready
how must I ever learn to sew
my love into some kind of show
to rain upon the crowd of truth
that unlike my heart, the mouth: uncouth
there’s a simmer that will not rhyme
or ever change with passing time
but when it’s thick and hot I feel
that sticky comfort of what’s real
wriggling the atmosp...
Friday 26th July 2019 6:21 pm
Road crashes are every minute
Here and there, in every point
More than a million killed a year
And speed is death, no doubt
“Drive Safely” is only choice
ٍSafety belt, has no "price"
Come back safe for the family
We live "once", not twice
Road is not real excuse
But the behavior is a main cause
For crashes all over that world
No more anger .. no abuse
Friday 5th April 2019 9:08 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
My Soul is not within me ,I am within my Soul. The essence of my being ,all of my core. I Am my Soul. Battered by Life, Strong but shattered. I Am Alive..I ask myself ;how am I alive...the realization envelopes me completely and the answers sanctified, revealed. Wrapped in the Divine knowledge Soothing,. comforting like only a mothers embrace. Designed in the image of Our Creator; I Believe A moth...
Saturday 19th August 2017 9:58 am