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Short Omar Poems

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Omar Khayyam
If a loath of bread is all In a day

What lies of the village the nun

Among the keeper words well

While intense of the spirit

Enhance of the vision to 

Know less but to know more just

Just of the thought of day....

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Categories: omar, art, love,
Form: Verse



Miss Rema Omar
Miss Rema Omar
The way you flow
The way you glow
The way you walk
The way you talk
The way you smile
You are river Nile
Educated broad minded Miss
How about a kiss?
This is how I flirt
If you think I am dirty
Wash me and clean my dirt....

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Categories: omar, art, literature,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member What The Duck


How can this happen, this outrageous political screw up Omar Khadr was born in Canada, apparently a normal buck The family moved to Pakistan Since, he's been a marked man Involved in terrorism, now inheriting millions, what the duck?
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Categories: omar, sad,
Form: Limerick
APNO KA MARA
Dushmano ki zaat ka koi naam nahi hota 
har Rubai likhne wala omar Khayyam nahi hota  
dukh ki baat he ki ,Apno ka mara hu me
Geron se harta to shayad badnaam nahi hota 
                                                                                        
        (Parth)
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Categories: omar, life,
Form: Light Verse
Poet Vehicles Used
Poet Vehicles Used

Or is that second hand?

What’s yours? 
Chaucer trotted on a horse
John Betjeman via choo choo trains
The knowledgeable Omar Khayyam by camel
Well my preferred transport a fast motorbike
Am I mad or are we all mad?


Poet vehicles not used in this piece:  Rhyme, rhetorical devices, and patience!
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© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: omar, angst
Form: I do not know?



Call
I am honored to extend my personal creations each lovers of articles and thoughts and love letters that  pin up my blog, which I will start publishing the establishment of God's creations that I typed. 

Author: Omar Hachmi 
Age: 17 years 
City: Rachidia (Morocco) 
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate



Author : Omar Hachmi
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Categories: omar, absence, august, creation, culture, death of a
Form: Free verse
THE MYSTIC
	For my son Omar  
  
Exterminated by the tree’s light  
it is not oppressed.  
The roots fill out and dry off.  
The faces evaporate beneath  
their masks.  
The birds adhere to the wind.  
The sky hits the floor  
like a lost echo.  
The fog is everything  
to man's harvest.  
The stars have neither light  
nor form.  
The world is illuminated when I pass....

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© JOSE PENA  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: omar, allegory, devotion, imagination, mystery, passion, philosophy, sad,
Form: I do not know?
I love you
The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing


Author : Omar Hachmi 
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Categories: omar, age, art, beautiful, courage, culture, hindi,
Form: Free verse
hello omar
thanks omar; re spelling; i'm orig. from brooklyn; not only are we expected to 
spell everything wrong, we can't even talk the king's english...by the way...who is 
our king these days?  does he speak english?  LOL-  thanks, and what'cha think 
of Forbidden Planet?  sorry to use this medium (instead of well-done?), but you 
left no email address.  thanks for the comments, Soup Forever!!!!! Tom...

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© tom bell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: omar, art, funny, imagination, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
In the House of Dreams
The answer all our prayers
 Awaits us in the House of Dreams
There will find that life's leaden
metal has been turned into gold(to paraphrase Omar Khayan)
Brothers and sisters out there in the darkness
Let's leave the weight of reality behind us for now 
Enter into  realms of imagination
Yes, the world is still the world
Bur can survive in it
If we spend some time 
IN THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
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Categories: omar, dream,
Form: Free verse
hope
I sat on the pavement of memories and dreams hoped to retrieve 
In my imagination for weddings looked and I saw the pain on the surface floated 
Found scattered grief and plentiful among them mixed with 
I benefited from my pain and my experience in life has matured 
Whatever described my life Words and phrases failed to have disappeared from the lexical 
My creations colorful and my hopes for the illiterate and spoke


Author : Omar Hachmi...

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Categories: omar, adventure, arabic, baby, celebration, courage, culture,
Form: Free verse
Dothnie, A Reprise
Someone read Omar Khayyam today
I shuddered and wiped a tear away
But could not resist the memory then
You and I together reading him, friend
It was you who first told me I am good
And read excitedly the volumed page
I watched you, but never understood
What about my poems was such a rage
O someone read Omar Khayyam today
And sorrow like us walking along the bay
Came up in sprays of pain and drifted on
My lost forgotten love, my high horizon....

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Categories: omar, lost love
Form: Verse
Premium Member Under the Wright Conditions
Under the Wright conditions
man can fly.
So thought Orville and Wilbur
and in those days,
folks really named their children
Orville and Wilbur.
Eventually, their dream 
was realized;
short hops at first
then longer spanning
continents and oceans.
Till man wasn’t needed,
our eyes in the sky
can keep watch over
Omar and Ahmed.
And these days, 
in some places, 
folks really name 
their children
Omar and Ahmed.


 a footnote to Ferlinghetti's "History of the Airplane"
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Categories: omar, flying,
Form: Free verse
Omar—2
Give me something to chew,
a savage numbness
is engulfing my  brain.
Water level was rising
and the time of rented happiness
was over.

Pheromones were showing true likeness
in hate,
violence was brilliantly portrayed
and death was hideous.

Attachedment assumes a blast,
stares me in empty eyes,
hurling silence with invisible force.

Give me something to drink
like moonlight. It is very hot here.
I am walking downhill
to roll back the rock.


SATISH VERMA...

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Categories: omar, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, artme, me,
Form: I do not know?