I retired from sighs in the time of miracles What do I need for the company of words So memories inspired me with the happiness of tears?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Father, if you only knew how much I love you And how grateful I am for having you near me Your presence in my soul is the joy of my heart
On the edges of sadness my self rebels And ignites my being, increasing my failures Unhappiness steals my pleasures from me
I no longer have what steals the soul Has the scent of sadness begun to waft? With the soul and cauterizes all wounds
The world has become narrow for me in its blackness, as if it has become a coffin for me He who is disappointed in my Lord is the first to die in wars
The day the black clouds flew in the dark clouds threatening to drown the earth above me and the thunder was my news of rejection
Give your heart a flame of fire and a beacon And burn all who intend to flee? If the mighty and powerful calls us
Wake up your eyelids, for my night is my neighbor And enjoy the blackness of the sky with the disappearance of daylight
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
Our Great Sea Oh, our great sea, Your breeze graces our land, A scent of amber sweet, Your touch makes our home grand.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
