Best Al Poems

MY UKHT AL-KUBRA

I have one sister in my home
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
With dark brown eyes
And an inviting laugh
And a passion
For life.

I have a sister at Soup
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
Both my sisters are so different
Yet one thing is the same:
I...

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You looked up to the skies
Praying angels would guide your voyage… sigh
Away for the brutality, of Assad and his war
You escaped, brothers three in arms
Loving, and wanting to build a better score

Wishing peace and happiness, to bury all wars strife
Dreams of an engineer filled with...

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Tree of Life, stands in
A place completely free of
Water, and survives



This unique tree stands alone in the desert, about 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) from the Jebel
Dukhan,  the highest point in Bahrain. It is considered a Natural Wonder.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/places.php...

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Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!


And the sweet cream was on my lips...

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Darling, you are beautiful, 
  With your skin, hugged tight to your bones, 
  And your eyes softly, lightly - closed. 
  Long lashes brush your cheeks, 
  Peace settled on your brow, 
  I am in love with you,...

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Said Al Juman 
This was written in September 1975
I am the said poet.
I wanted to stand out
and so what if I do?
Are you jealous?
Then find your way.
I write because I was privileged with a pen.
It's not golden or silver
studded with diamond.
but it's a little of...

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Said the said poems
We are a coordinated effort of Al juman
over 800 proud,  profound and strong.
We are one of a kind,
spontaneous, different and entertaining.
We are the Said poems,
anyone else is just a fake, false wanna be.
So said you pen pusher,
go find your own way.
Any...

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Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!

Original Middle English...

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There is a devil they call Jealousy,
he hides behind many faces you see:
One is driven to envy,
the next gets so haughty;
and the other's made childishly bitchy.

There is a demon tormentedly jealous,
his ways that beguile are insidious.
His wrath  knows no bounds,
he’ll destroy those around;
his words...

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Oh c !
What am I doing here?

I can't see the bottom!
I'm not ready!

It didn't look this bad from the bottom!
The moguls are as tall as me!

Black diamonds are some kind of watermelon...
Al's run...Taos, NM

Did he die here?
Am I going to die here?

At the bottom smiling...
Let's...

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The sky unfolded
Strewn with color
From royal red to violet
As far as the eye could see
Standing upon the beach
Waves crashing, sinking into sand
Euphoria and delight fill my heart
Such exquisite music
Feeling pure and free
A refugee before the shining sea
Garbed in white
The sun peeks at me
A blushing sphere
My...

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I
Just
Stand
Here
alone.

Factually,
A feat,
A pinnacle of
Engineering at almost
A thousand meters high,
A colossus, an omnipresence  
Comparable to God-
a man made concept 
advertised to exhaustion.

Amongst concrete caricature
cliche’d into postcards and keychains, I am
The subject, the focus and distinguished character;
an over- exaggerated needle in a haystack.
 In status of...

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Constance, this is a song with dance that we as children use
to sing and dance to the “Ring Around The Rosie’ game. I wrote
This poem(SONG) using Nette‘s:  ALOUETTE meter and rhyme scheme.
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c,...

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Hanan al-Hroub


Hatred will never destroy an enemy
A path to victory can be garnered with roses
No one wins the heart with a gun
Another day of tears, dying children fulfills no cause
Nourish the heart to renounce violent ways

All the fruits of the garden shall then be reaped
Lovers...

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To Winkin’
Blinkin’
and of course nod.
In terms of 
symmetry
prose and 
shish kabob. 
The tricks and twirls 
and polar light;
the flip and flare and star
of kiddy sleepless night
can rip and roar
and rankle up
a juicy fight,
in the twinkle of an eye.
Forget wit and woe
and places to and fro...

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