Masnavi Poems | Masnavi Examples

Nowruz¹ The mirror breathes beneath my palm— twelve days I've polished chrome. Sabzeh² sprouts in jam-jar earth, each blade a promise worth the waiting. Mother counts rice grains while saffron stains her fingertips. The goldfish circles, bored by glass, as hours pass like water drops. What grows in us that won't be named? This hunger, neither blessed nor shamed— I watch my hand shake as I...

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The way you fold your coffee cup between both palms on winter mornings— I memorize this quiet ritual as if it were scripture. Your thumb traces circles on the ceramic rim, steam curling like your hair after rain. In that suspended moment before speech, I taste the salt of almost-losing you. Last Tuesday, when you laughed at my terrible joke about quantum physics, your shoulders...

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## 1. A morning cloaked in guile arrives, It breathes upon my land, no light, This realm now bound in frost's cold curse, Where hearts are held in icy night. ## 2. The spirits of the blameless weep, Their muted cries pierce through the air, For sins they never chose to bear— Their names erased beyond repair. ## 3. With honeyed kiss and lullaby, The traitor dawn...

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Far from the homeland, when lips part to speak, This Persian candy works wonders, magic unique. The spell of Rumi’s verse, of Hafez’ deep art, In distant lands, it uplifts every heart. A potion of love rides this caravan’s crest— Saadi himself boasts of its charm manifest. Open your eyes, and at this threshold stay— The Masnavi begins to tell your tale...

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Though caged in a corner where gallows still loom, Beware — for it sails on a wave of dark gloom. A wave from the sea of existence runs red, A net cast through nightfall and daylight ahead. You, sovereign hawk in this narrow domain — Be not content, for these bars still remain. Yet I bring good news from the breath...

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We live — but not on level ground, We are sunlight clinging to the edge of a crumbling wall. I remembered Grandmother’s voice, She warned me once: “Boy, beware the fall.” We leap — and soon enough this house of days will crash upon us all. We were mountains once — and still we held, Like millstones bearing every crushing call. In a blink, the starling flew...

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I will never ever fear domestic terrorists waving flags threatening and intimidation of severe PTSD survivors Army Veterans being stalked by enraged corrupt beasts attempting to blackmail him for medical benefits he receives from risking his very life to bring troops home from Vietnam Hamburger hill where Americans were skinned hanging on trees in the...

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2012 still thriving with a horrid scar it’s sad that anyone would find a st Jude scar as attractive the documenting of trauma illnesses it’s sad go fund me caring for a healthy thriving toddler baptism preparing for holy communion small child with mrsa infectious diseases victim surrounded by family doctors nuns priest reaching out...

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The beginning of me the ideology wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from corrupt officers for the federal bureau of investigation the department of Justice the center piece cointelpro levied just so the matter of facts the 44 magnum in my mouth teeth chattering looking through an assault rifle red dot on the female...

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Divided under the cities streams mapping decisive endings while toiling about the beginning boldness reaching for braising characters galloping amidst a certain angst we’ve devoured nothingness and opened the sky with truth thrashing tempers meaningful tools craving an emptiness above the continuous Bayshore a quiet offering pelicans landings sinking yet surrounding the jaded light house...

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Unafraid of hits on my life by the mafia Ciro Gargano arson murderer it's been a hit on my life since Christmas eve 1984 tailor shop murders inc. go ahead Ciro hit me again how about another assassination attempt or go all the way out with another bomb in my face now that was very...

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Standing there wearing Baileys holding a Glass of Cognac I notice your time piece Kremlin findings as you calmly approached my shyness I recognised the untimely gesture leaving my quarters knowing full well beruit was near you offered yourself with no strings an yet bombs sounded throughout the night time air I was taken an...

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Rather Galesburg Joliet Terrehaute Florence Colorado to the shores of Bogotá flushing heroin fentanyl through the gates behind bars thee corrupt prison ran by gang leaders paying off prison guards you can ask yourself what brand to buy into Hoover vacuum’s are reliable American made while Kirby Brands offers negligence falsifying death row inmates finally...

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Being fed when corrupt agents gather junk sick fentanyl addicts functioning only by giving false confusion in exchange for a cup of coffee at Denny’s bus tickets from Alabama to Nashville to Chicago where informants are being tossed in front of moving cars faceless unrecognisable finally the ultimate what’s in the box it’s a human...

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Celebration of death Peter Gargano and his son Peter memories meeting at the clock restaurant fort myers right before traumatic brain injury blessings many laughs prayers are with the family reminders from license plates RFP RIP it’s really helpful getting terrorists threats on license plates especially when I have to get 12 nerve blocks...

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