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Best Poems Written by Sara Zahed

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Freedom Vs. War

Freedom: 
Tonight is the night I fill the sky
With pure scents of Jasmine and Anise 
Tonight people shall rest in peace
For no one shall be a worthless spy

War: 
Your dream shall never come true
You are nothing but a shadow on a wall
For you are always in the blue
Even lightning and thunder make you askew
You see, I am the energy people need
I am the one that waters the seed
Without me, the world is nothing
Without me, news will be boring

Freedom: 
Ha! Is that what you think?
People treasure me deep within
For I am their twin
I am there writing ink
Haven’t you heard in what you call “news?”
How many repeat the words of “Freedom of speech?”
Behold those who chanted my name 
Recording the pages of history
Celebrate not you treacherous monster!
For the people shall rejoice once more

War:
I shall never let you destroy what I have built!
Freedom shall never seep into my soldier’s heart!
For they have no wisdom to make them feel guilt
I shall always have smoke ready to start
Until I demolish the sky;
until I see it cry…
The world shall collapse, turning into dust!!
Damage, chaos, and WAR are a must!!!

Freedom:
Today, people might not see me
But, tomorrow everyone is going to be free
I shall plant unison in today’s children
I shall always whisper into their ears
Awaiting the day where I, Freedom, shall become your fear
The day where you shall turn into DUST!!!
A spell shall be cast to banish you away
Nightmares shall haunt you as you play

War: 
Mommy!! You scared me!!!
Look out, Freedom is coming after me!!
HA! What you say is nothing but Fantasies
Fantasies that shall crush you when…
Screams are heard instead of laughter…
Bombing is heard instead of parties…
Thus, I advise you to wipe away every Hope within you
Come, join me, and we shall rule the world…

Freedom:
Never!! Your schemes shall never work on me!!
Enjoy what remains
For it is not more than the ticking of the clock 
That shall wipe out your existence


Though War is one of the physical influences in our world,
People might be delightful mirrors from the outside
And an intruder with a gun deep inside
Never nod your head in agreement to one who seems kind
For in the end, the idea of a friend dies with the wind

Always stand up for yourself and do not Always agree on what it said

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Fear

fingers shaking...
loud pounding...
bravery losing...

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Sah El Nom

Step by step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...

As the room was filled,
the lights dimmed out...
As the people quieted down,
curtains at the end of the room slowly opened...

Step by Step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...

Silence was embedded across the room,
as music was displayed....
Lights exhibited the whole stage behind the curtains, except....
a single spot at the front....

As the music began to fade away, 
A spot light sparkled that single spot....
and the people in that room....
stood in applause to what was revealed....

Fairouz was the one standing in that spot
ready to perform....
Ready to sing and act...
As the audience calmed down and watched... 


Sah El Nom, an Arabic word which means "Good Morning", was the name of that play...

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I Stand Alone

I stand alone in the dusty wind,
I've been left out there, stranded from people's grins,
I stood alone for many years now
Watching the cars pass by my ground
Dust fills my eyes some days
Yet I wipe them away

Abandonement betrayed my deal
For I should've had people within me
It shook the bones that held me upright
Shivers trespassing my soldier's bars, once where they held so tight
Not a single soul has greeted me
Thus I am now the watcher which never flees

Whitles of emptiness fill my walls
For they are the music I play to waltz
They are my friends reminding me again and again 
Of the magnificent purpose I was once built for
Showing me how strong I am 
By a simple song from an old clam

Here I am standing alone in the dusty wind
Stranded from people's grins
I stood and shall remain standing on the Itihad Road
For I am the tall building saluting you, O passing by, in the corner's cold

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Path

Pathways
Diverged roads
Destiny holds hands

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Ship Sity

Friendship
Pure, Strong Bond
Caring, Helping, Understanding
Smiles, Laughter, Frowns, Sadness
Crying, Depressing, Disappointing
Infuriating, Angry
Animosity

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S.M.H.D.W.M.Y

Seconds, minutes, and hours
Days, weeks, months, and years
Pass so quickly with the breeze's tears
With no limits to stop their powers

Lives are tied to their waists
Where no one can escape into different times
That touched their lives with beautiful chimes
While others awaited their flights

They meet many people in their path
And invite many newborns to their parade
Providing each with a unique cascade
That beholds their destiny as a shallow bath

Time flutters away so quickly
Where newborns stretch and grow
Sailing across all the stages their chateau
Presenting the moments they will pass by

Newborns, then, become old people
That sit on a rocking chair
Helpless, tired, and exhausted from smell of the working air
Unable to climb their inviters' steeple

One day, old people's breathing ceases
And tears begin to gush down many cheeks
Muted by the sorrow filled within their tweaks
As the old people. the brave leaders, wave their good byes

For, they left many stranded from their tender
With no one else to replace it
As blocks of emptiness fill many with whit
As the leaders shall never return with a splendor

Seconds, minutes, and hours
Days, weeks, months, and years
Took many of our beloved old people, our leaders
As the eye sight is prevented from seeing then further more...

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The Russian Dance

Drums beating
                                                   Violins gently playing
                                                 A melody is coming to life
                                        Speed beats into the ears of the audience
                                            Thumps are heard across the stage
                                               Dancers begin to turn and run
                                                 Legs begin to kick the air
                                                 What a magnificent view
                                               The Nutcracker has arrived
                                             Quickly run back to your places
                                                 Violins play faster now
                                                        Flips in the air!
                                                            Ready?
                                                             Set?
                                                              …
                                                           Dance!!!
                                       Dance to the magnificent Russian Dance!

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The Last Time

Today is the day where you and I gathered for the last time
Today's the day where I shall wave goodbye

I shed a tear as I hugged you tight
For I shall see you no more by my side

Your shadow was the last thing that disappeared
Before your scarf let go and came back to where you once belonged

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The Three Senses

Moving pictures are seen...    
Sounds are heard...
Texture is felt...
A box displayed in front of our eyes....