Poetry Blogs (alive)
The time to feel alive
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
Memory of existence
What a peaceful thought.
Tuesday 30th July 2019 1:04 am
To Be
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
Arrive Alive
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
The choice
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
I Am Alive
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
Shroedinger's Poet
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
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