Ballad

Nations rise with morals
Morals elevate the compassionate person You find him the best of people and the best of them in character If he stops fabricating
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
usually
Habit made me spend my life In the dispersion of my soul my flowers bloom And he began to look at me with your eyes, my moon
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
when you get angry
When you get angry, my country, don't withdraw Because your anger stirs the sea And the stars turn into meteors
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I am determined to win
I cried until a day I don't know cried And gave me a sleeping pill to calm down and sleep And when I woke up I was sad about my condition
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
God help me
A friend came to me one day when I needed peace He asked me about my pain in the land of my ancestors? And if I break his promise, will I turn into a long letter?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
The mirror was never a deceptive shadow.
I never imagined that I would be a redeemer for poems And the soul cries and sadness has invaded it? What curse has befallen me that has distanced the heart
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Don't say uff
One day I carried my dream in my hands In my sleep and walked with it in my illusion Searching for a strength that had vanished long ago
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Free the soul
When I left my notebook open I didn't know the rhyme would go Those in the heart reveal The secrets of the soul that loom on the horizon
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
The Lonely Road
The road is lonely when night falls deep, An endless stretch where shadows creep. Each step I take feels hollow and cold, A path of stories long untold.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets
My Heart
My Heart My heart is gentle and loves to love. It loves life, loves beauty, and it would wither if it could not love. A friend to all who love, my heart knows no hatred but can be angered and then made peaceful. It cannot sever ties; it’s too delicate, and to cut off love would be to cut itself. It feels wounded and could die, its spirit revived only by the grace of those it holds dear.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Another longing in the tunnel
And in the heart a thousand questions The answer is absolute denial And the spirit of a bird looks down upon me from above the hills
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
To the sky in a dream
The sky said to me in my dream: Dream, my son, and outpace the birds And fill the homeland with melodies Don't make excuses anymore
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets