Home » Poems » Best » Mohamed Abdou » Best Mohamed Abdou Poems

Best Poems Written by Mohamed Abdou

Below are the all-time best Mohamed Abdou poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Festive Times

Woke up with the sounds of the neighbor’s dogs barking
Normally it would end after a few times
But Today wasn’t any morning
It was the morning of festive lines
Children running in joy 
Innocent smiles and laughs
As Satisfaction of a pirate chanting ahoy
Spotting shore after enduring miles
Girls are Cheerful and ecstatic
Chasing each other all the way to the attic
No shouting or sneering
Today all the anger and stress was ceasing
The Firework will light the sky 
And Moon and the stars will pry 
They wonder all the sudden alleviation
Upon a race that losses hope, faith and sanity by the slightest temptation
The scene of a perfect entrée
Ballerinas twirling dancing fouetté 

But good times pass and people forget
Sinking in their busy lives

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Le Poison

The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds

We try to escape its consequences yet 

We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind

Protected by laws and rules set by Society

Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention

Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn 

Waiting for the right moment to strike

Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully

Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution

Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword

Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader 

Only then Society bows to the victorious

It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion

All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

-memoirs-

It’s late and dark,
In a place where the hands have lost sight of existence 
It’s a pause of panic. Butterflies are erupting elevating with frustration
I can see the thoughts float by as my heart is ticking
My body is gaining momentum but it’s anchored in my deep illusion of thought
I’ve now penetrated the inner layer of my mentality
A vivid production featuring a spectrum of genres
Act 1 scene 1: starring Anger, Jealousy and hatred
Anger is provoked by the jealousy
It has been cracked by the venom of jealousy and leaked the fragrant liquid of hatred
Venom of no antidote
They’re long lived rivals always keeping alert from their conspiracies.
And now its infected, but then comes the Sorcerer. 


Act 1 Scene 2:
Here Sorcerer begun the old rituals, started the fires of its wisdom in the thin air of 
A twinkling full moon,
The wolves’ howl and the crickets’ chirp
Melodies of love and harmony.
They soothe, motivate and make us dream,
A Dreamy mischievous night.
Your addictive body scent doesn’t abandon my nostrils.
I can smell it of my garments and feel it in my memories.
Reminisces nights of joy and love.
Where our lips have crossed the boundaries and united.
Rosy, soft lips that I can’t get enough of
The smile that can’t leave my mind, 
Thinking of you drags from hell 
Don’t know if it’s the touch of your lips, 
The feel of your skin,
Or satisfaction of lust
But its keeps me hanging waiting for the better tomorrow 

It’s my antidote for my inner demon,
My angel that creates my halo

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Eternal Battles: the Good, the Bad and the Within, Part Iii

PART III: THE BATTLEFIELD
Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan
Among us HE exists preaching his constitution
And conspiracies 
Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies 
“Blame on the Lord” HE whispers
Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet 
Playing greatly on the Bun of words
I’m Buried in the duties of life and 
Burdened by the holy ones,
I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou,
I was burned by the lies, 
Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect
Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara
Rambling through the sands of life 
Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape;
And it comes again
The consecutive Sandstorm,
HIT
HIT 
HIT
I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak
My thirst is consuming me 
Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness
And then the shining reflection,
The sudden revelation,
I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path
Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy
I was stimulated and inspired,
Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles
And confusion there it was an unveiled well
A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity;
My identity
I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of 
Miseries in my guts and this time;
I raised my flags of victory

PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Eternal Battles: the Good, the Bad and the Within, Part I

PART 1: BATTLE OF ADAM
And here HE is dwelling through the pages of life,

Preparing for yet another skirmish

HE has lost few battles, among the causalities 

Were faith, competence and passion;

They were severely wounded and in need

For a rehabilitation period

Mend the wounds, and heal the past;

After all this wasn’t a mere opponent

But one that is stubborn and was set on a crusade to

Eradicate all that is bright and colorful

HE is petrified, nervous and worried

Worried of consequences HE can’t afford to loose 

Loosing would mean defeat to HIM



This is PART 1 of the Main Poem "Eternal Battles" 
I would describe this Poem as A Dark Period in my life where
I lost track of my identity and was fighting for it.

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Good Morning, Curtains Roll

People here and after rushing though the rainbow beams
All with a pursuit to reach green.

One with Starbucks in hand worried
about the Boss’s stern mouth
In the other lane,
 the arrogant one with Blackberry in her hand 
planning 7 o’clock happy hour with the girls..

Another, the scornful  with mood swings
blowing temper creating mist of anger forming 
Nothing but a halo of rage. 
Probably cursing the driver ahead for driving on 60!

Another urging her toddlers to rest,
 “Sit Sit “, she commands
Receiving nothing but mere nods and scheming smiles.
Then realizing the blessing and following it 
with a pause of tolerating acceptance.
Pondering,
” After all they still remain children, they’ll grow soon” and
then following it with an obvious shift of expression”
 If only HE would get up his lazy bottom in the morning!”


Many scenes of different genres, fascinating and many times entertaining. With 
curtains rolling at Red stops….

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Eternal Battles: the Good, the Bad and the Within, Part Ii

PART II:  FEAR OF THE CHOOSEN RACE
Others have spoken of his disposition, 
Stuttered in awe evading their words 
Like a mammal digging through
 The burrow of his survival 
In salvation from fatal claws from the skies,
 Is that what it was to them?
They depicted him as the King of Cursed Livings.

Despite others said he wasn’t of the living but 
A reflection of a Middle Aged Curse;
O Mighty Knight, you crossed the earth, skies
And waters, expunging existence, casting 
Shadows upon vivid colors of shapes and sizes extracting 
The extracting the solace within us;
A doomed world you would create where flowers 
Bows to you and Adam’s race would serve as your slaves.



Part II of the main Poem " Eternal Battles"

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Profound Insanity

Ever felt sad but happy?
confused and reasonable?
excited but afraid,
complex equations where hatred love sin virtue play the main roles. 
It’s like being suspended from 
a high altitude and let go into space, 
a dazzle of sunshine. 
An Intriguing theory? Or perhaps an obscure 
Conspiracy of lies. It’s a thin line
 between truth and fantasy....
 
We Desire to awaken numb souls
, uncover the veil 
why don’t “WE” express what we feel
 and believe in.
 Do emotions have to be
 concealed in riddles?
or are they now left in books and libraries
 and be buried among great leaders and 
scientists of the past?

Details | Mohamed Abdou Poem

Reflections of Dark Fantasy

It’s a tunnel of blindness..

A path to eternal oblivion,

In a world mislead by demons

Yet the angels remain

Guide us to new beginnings
Illuminate our souls 
show us the path
Dig through the stones

But yet again we still ponder
Saints or Sinners?