Sister Arabic Poems | Examples
These Sister Arabic poems are examples of Arabic poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Arabic Sister poems written by international poets.
Love what is love ,tell me tell me the truth
Love is truth isn't it
tell me what this is I am intrigued with
Love , is there love when a species likes to kill it's mother brother and sister too.
Tell me who are you. Are you the Prince of peace.
Can you release the souls taken from years of pointless violence do you arm the genocide.
Yes you do, and you have no love.
Can you use those murderous hands to heal as easy
Why should man kill.man and women too
Who are you.
Can you control the spirit of birth
The sun is life would you kill it too.
Categories:
arabic, abuse, allusion, america, anxiety,
The Goldfish Bowl
Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless
Inside the glass bowl, all lives
only live seven seconds
The same route, again and again --
The beginning is the end. Stubborn as Sisyphus
Eyes watered and drifted away
A trace of love burns
I have a sister on Flower Road
She is the most colorful fish in the bowl
No brand, just serve regular customers
I've always been fascinated by the sublime sense of her up-rolling eyes
In the goldfish bowl
Happiness is greater than loneliness
The men and women of Flower Road know it
When I walk by
with my head down
Stares in the dark shoot me like arrows
My sister sleeps at dawn,
wakes at night
and easy to forget all “should”
or “should not”
Categories:
anti bullying, arabic, aubade,
Happy
Sunday dishes,
done by hand.
The washer put to rest.
No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for you.)
No phone, no digital intrusion…
to take center stage from the day,
to steal what is not their’s to take.
Our day,
His day,
the “best day”.
A time to speak with our mouths,
to each other, while looking into faces.
A time to remember what people really…
look(ed) like, then and now.
Call your mother, your father,
your sister,
your brother,
your friend.
Tell someone clearly,
they are dear to you.
Monday is coming…
Looming ever at the beginning of the week?
No!
The Lord’s day is the start!,
Be a part of all that it means.
The week ahead will be better…
than it seems from here,
in your worst dreams.
Categories:
arabic, abortion, absence, abuse, allah,
I had a hole in my pocket, and lost my golden ring.
It wasn't much to many,
but to me, meant everything.
So the moment you came and wandered,
my path with all your treasure.
I made thief's solemn vow to plunder,
and take you for my pleasure.
I stole away your broach of pearls,
I stole away your rare flower.
With fiery hair, cloaked in curls,
took your purple virgin's bower.
I stole away your today, and yesterdays,
and all of your tomorrows...
But truth be told, I must confess,
I never meant you sorrow.
And at last when your eye was averted,
and thought you had nothing left to part.
All hope, now long deserted.
I stole away your heart.
I took you away from your sisters cheated,
and from your little brother,
All your desires and dreams I secreted.
to never belong to another.
Yet somehow through all the days,
you loved me for my thieving ways.
If I could turn back time, and leave you free,
would you take it all back..
willingly?
Categories:
arabic, flower, friendship love,
All roads lead to Rome
My neighbour’s garden wall is made of stones from the disused Roman road that had stopped going anywhere for ages; smooth stones walked over by mules and sandaled feet.
No one here used to bother about some old road, now the heritage people
want their stones back, as do the tourist board,
who’s trying too hard attract quality vacationers, away from the coast;
there is more to Portugal than it being Spain’s little sister, aping her big brother.
When the stones have been put back, a story can be spun
about a road that never actually went to Rome, but to a quarry behind the hill,
a hole filled with thorny bushes, snakes and femurs of my neighbour’s ancestors,
worked to death as slaves by men with Romanesque noses.
Categories:
arabic, absence, adventure, anger, anti
Sitting with a sister in law of mine
listening to music and having a good time.
its cold but who cares we are rugged up
happy the fact where for once not in a rut.
laughing and bopping not a care touch wood around us
kids are finally settled the amount here we could fill a bus.
haven't submitted everyday like i said i would
been heaps sick and wish that i could.
anyways all have a good time
and theres another on the spot poem of mine.
12-6-2016
Categories:
arabic, adventure, age, allusion, anniversary,
NEVER AGAIN!
How many times can we claim
“Never Again”
As justification for our
Systematic genocide!
“Never Again”
Has worked time and again,
To control the world’s media
Revisiting Nazi death camps
So we will never forget
As a Jew,
I must support Israeli atrocities
Or I am labeled anti-Semitic,
Ignoring the actual definition of Semitic
Which includes both Jews and Arabs!
How can I stand by,
And watch my fellow Jews,
Destroy Palestinian homes,
Palestinian schools, hospitals, and mosques,
And hold fast to “never again”.
When will my Israeli brothers and sisters
Awake from their collective reliance
On a “rational” that can no longer
Overlook the fact
That the oppressed have become the oppressors
That integral to the strategy of
“Never Again”
Is the erroneous conclusion
That all and anything
Is acceptable in the prevention of its re-occurrence.
I embrace the concept of “Never Again”,
But not as a rallying cry
To obliterate, decimate, and subjugate,
my brothers and sister Palestinians.
To this I will take a stand!
NEVER AGAIN!
Categories:
allah, anger, arabic,
DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay
Categories:
arabic, absence, abuse, addiction, africa,