A new day
Without the sonorous
Songs of songbirds
And the bustle
Of busy humans and animals.
The sun struggled to rise,
Struggled to shine,
Weighed down
By the dark couds of July.
The clouds unleashed rain,
The rain drenched and drained
Our knapsack of knowledge.
The iron birds
Could no longer fly,
The medicine men,
The medicine women
No longer know
The cure for our illnesses,
Our civilization collapsed.
The rain
Rained in torrents
And drenched our earth
Devoid now
Of our knapsack of knowledge.
She had won a toy,
for her it was a great achievement,
it gave her moments to enjoy,
and became a piece of attachment.
He dropped her emotions from terrace,
her feelings shattered with the cube,
the day transformed to calaveras,
and the heart was scarred with a grube.
Mind
silent
after storm,
from ravaged soul
void deep within, flows the stream of sorrow
with flakes of memory drowned in dream lost
in tear’s dry trail
etched beneath
collapsed
eyes.
November 9, 2020
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When I bent over your cheeks
I felt collapsed inside
Looking into your features
Your face was sealike
And my heart is shedding tears
Drop by drop
Little by little
Changing the look of the frills
And before circles are complete
I settled myself by you
As I might be..
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammed Al-Emrany
Egypt, Minia, Bani Omran
The pain cut deep
So deep, into my soul my heart
I fell to my knees in a painful heap
Your body tore apart
As your car tumbled and rolled tossing you about
I looked upon your stillness in pain and cried out
Whether you lived or not in doubt
A wheelchair for life is a price you paid, I weep
6/10/19
Writing Challenge, June 2019
Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
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He collapsed late this afternoon
Went without a whimper... DOA
Relatives and friends shook their heads
Clucked their tongues
Pressure got to him apparently
Poor fellow worked himself to the bone
Shame he died so young
He collapsed late this afternoon
Went without a whimper...DOA
Not long ago, the pressure from without was a source of pride
Before it began to push on the walls of his spirit inside
Was it that Eternal Pressure broke him
--Or did he cave from within?
He's not around anymore
We can hardly ask him ...
He collapsed late this afternoon
That's all we know
And all that matters...
It was a seemingly normal day in her life.
Suddenly she felt everyone's eyes on her, their whispers became louder.
She ran.
Ran and ran and ran away, because she didn't want others to see her weakness.
Her chest tightened and her breath hitched when she was safely away from the judging eyes that tortured her with every breath she drew.
She doubled over, head smashing against the concrete wall as her eyes shut and her breathing quickened.
It was ten minutes later when she woke again, and she stood up, walking out as if nothing ever happened.
No one would ever know.
I stand in front of your grave
You were so bold and brave
Death unexpected so full of life
Undeserving fate
My timing to late
That last night I saw you we had a fight
Guilt ridden struck me these past 4 years
I still occasionally leak tears
It's still surreal to not have you here with me and my sister
If there is a heavan please look down on us we need you
Were not doing great
I'm angry and full of hate
From losing you the prettiest mother
My distant father
And my other baby sister
Lost forever burried six feet under
Free are suffering soul
Fill this expanding hole
To my lost family rest in peace I will forever love you
Clenched palms and bloodied fists
from the tenderest lips, you once kissed
Eyes glistening for the diamonds that fall
Wondering why I feel so small
Wondering if I should feel at all
The nails I've bit down past the skin
Leave me wearing blood, like an apron
Held up by the threads, I chew them away
So I may float to the earth, in utter dismay
And these palms you see, these mangled wrists
the heart strings torn away by the lips you kissed
are the consequences I've paid time and again
for taking to heart all the cruel things you've ever said
I was almost mad,
when my mum,
killed my son to please her spirits.
I looked at her,
fearful and cry,
but nothing i did,
because of the shock.
I saw only the stars,
moving up and down,
surrounding my eyes
that turned red.
I sat and cried for my beloved son,
who perished like grass,
and directly like a thief.
On the next day,
the scavengers and flies,
were the guests of honor,
that announced to his death.
I mourned almost a week,
and waited miracles to occur,
but nothing i saw in my eyes
that was dark.
I wondered about her,
because she was mad to kill her blood,
nothing like a fool.
Ha! ignorance is a disease,
and really a rope,
that help all the fools to hunger themselves,
as if they will be back.
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