Best Leila Poems

Cappuccino café

Leila Alaoui

Why does one have to die?
So that we can see the bold and noble heart
That used to beat with passion, why?
Her smile now,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the...

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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the...

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in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching...

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             * A Star Danced*


So ebony soft is indeed this night.
However, only to be lit by a dancing star.
I...

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Is there anyone who knows me?
I am the secret that cannot be solved without living in it,
Even if there aren't many people who are unaware...

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Her outlook had been a barren, rubble-filled landscape 
for as long as she remembered.

Leila lived alone, 
ate alone, 
slept alone 
and didn’t dream at all.

Staring...

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Beloved, the Inevitable

Sky without the moon
Ring without the stone
Song without the melody
Garden without the rose
Shell without the pearl
Shelf without the books
Bottle without the perfume
Israel without...

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Tsunami attacked
Japanese were in great pain
They have recovered




Traditional Haiku (5/7/5)
Disaster in Japan

By: Leila Mijares

For:
Sidney ~ LeeAnn's Haiku From The Heart Contest...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in...

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I remember the day we first met
Those pinkish cheek. How can I forget?

Like flowers in spring that bloom
I heard my heart beat like drum, boom!

Together...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in...

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I Am
By Leila Bourne, grade 12

I am Leila
I am melancholy and empowered
I wonder about the dreams of suffering refugees
I hear the twinkling of pixie dust...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have...

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