Sad Arabic Poems

The phone rang it was Alfred, the man most likely to be my father if he confessed the relationship he had with 
Olga, the dancer...

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A remarkable suicide

Johan Borgen 
had an elegant pen and a charming story near his typewriter, but he was also a serious writer who deeply plowed...

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In the land of Abraham
The soil cries out with blood,
For Cain has killed Abel
Over 30 thousand times

Not content to take
His brother's life,
He takes the lives
Of...

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A view of the ocean of print

On the night sky over Australia, among thousands of stars
the dog of hell appeared, killing the Aboriginal men
but a...

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Alexandria, Egypt is well known for being the city where Cleopatra once ruled her people and both she and her famous lover, Mark Anthony met...

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https://youtu.be/lDNzm8Pk8es
Tu yaar, tu hi dildaar, tu hi mera pyar
You're my friend, my beloved, my love
Tera meray dil main hai darbaar	
Your court is there in my...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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The Chair

     Calls out my name. 
     It is ever at the side of the bed. 
...

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I AM JUST A TEST TUBE BABY 

I am just a test tube baby plonked in Mary’s womb
My body in death was taken so none...

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I feel sad when i see you the same,
For decades you remain lame,
It is indeed a pity or late blame,
But i just pray you shouldn't...

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I hope i have a pleasant death
somewhere in the wilderness, perhaps
clinging to a shriveled Apple, struggling
 to grow in the blazing sun, in a dusty
field...

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Nisreen

like an Oriental girl.
She was lady
 Starry in the bowl stars of her night.
She visit the shrines
Saints with a candle ...
With green clothes

The smell of...

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very funny thing came to my mind... meeting after the Saviours Great comeback ,hugging Him and hug all the people beginning from Adam and Eve...

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give your tears to time
let them run over my forehead
in waves of goodbyes
like tides of isolation
like this bitter fruit truth

still i wanna be the earth...

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this poem came to me as a result of my visit to the West Bank, Rumallah while walking down the street observing.

Her Eyes

Her eyes
. ....

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