Noorain Hassan

Joined February 2021

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A Letter to My Fearless Being
From my teachers i've learned Quite a lot of things I've been taught From learning sorrow to pain It's all in the luck, in the luck
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
The Thing My Dog and I Stayed Together for 12 Years
Cookie dough he was with a healthy and smart heart that he opened for everyone around him but ultimately, it left us in awe
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Respect Doesn't Always Mean Talking Out of Love
A week ago, as I was walking through an art gallery exhibition, I saw a couple fighting over the meaning of the portrait. The soft portrait had splashes of white, orange, and yellow color. The name of the painter "Salvador Dali" speaks of the missing shapes in the picture.
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Humans
Does Your Spirit Melt As It Should?
The window squeaked open The air leaping with the drippings A candle reminded me of the sorrows Saying farewell to all the lost days
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
All the Light We Refuse To See
Seeing the world through ears The glittering soul demerged Humans plodded unmoved and biased Shattering those heart pieces
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
If Love Ever Came With Wisdom
The dear drops overflowing my eyes Washing away million dollars of moisture The kin getting dissolved in the water Knowing that one day, the tears won't come
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Sun/Moon and All the Places In Between
Somewhere between Dawn and sunset As we lay in bed while we greet Holding hands and playing With the beacons of sunlight
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Exploring the Outskirts of Wealth
Penny by a penny, dripping into the mind Making the brain sunbathe with lavishness The thought of sympathy and empathy washing away
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Finding You in All the Wrong Places
Little by little, the sun and the moon whispered Between the clouds and constellations of the galaxy The ideology of right turned into the wrong
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
Snow Becomes a Blanket Just Like a Writer Becomes an Author
The snow spreads out From under the streams to above the village The light tipping blue and white As snowflakes strung and survive
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
The Arabs Denied My Birth
I left the world of Aden, The clay I was born from, Drops of youth scattered in front of me, When Arabs failed to recognize me,
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
The Biscuit of the Moon
Reminiscing how I used to denote a biscuit with a moon As a kid, in the kitchen, making it in a perfectly round shape Now that my cookie maker is long gone
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets