Ballad

The Love
The Love One day, I met a lover on the roadside, And then a long conversation began, side by side. I asked him, "Why is your attire pale green? Why do your desolate eyes hold a watery sheen?"
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
On the beach
On the beach a butterfly And the butterfly has two eyes and eyelashes And the house has two windows and a door
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I wonder who my people are?
Oh, how strange are the people who wanted to abandon me And fabricated accusations against me and humiliated my imprisonment?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
We have become confused.
In the wings of darkness they call the violin Lost birds scattered with time Do I wonder if I will ever have peace from us
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Borders of the Kingdom of Boredom
On the borders of the kingdom of boredom I found a soul complaining about the bitterness of the past And the days say to me: What's the news?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
"I Am Life"
"I Am Life" I am life and I am existence. I am the creator and the created, as simple as the air.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Oh, my heart
Isn't it time for this heart to be satisfied With the calamities it has suffered in life? And my soul's fear of departure and disappearance
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
No room for death or victory
Oh letters of rebellion and ignite the heart What revolutionary for his homeland decided to change the course? Don't make us suffer from the treachery of colonialism
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Voice of the Depths
A voice from the depths appeared to me Depressed as a fire burning with emotions And the sea drowns like me Oh heart between whose ribs the glow of burning grew
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
When will I find my dream home?
If sadness wants to set me free one day Should life give my feelings weight? And the heart must pay its price with sadness
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Just scribbles
And in the warm evenings Sorrows ignited the self And ignited the hot fire And sorrows harmed relationships
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets