Souk Poems - Poems about Souk

... souk cloaked in perfume— s m o k e sways through the hanging b r e ......

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...We’re in the Souk in somewhere like Baghdad, but not so land-locked. Tripoli, more like. “He stole an apple – catch the little tyke!” The hue and cry goes up. They chase the lad, whose crime is h......

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...(Sponsor : Kai Michael Newmann) MOON ON A SPOON If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon Oh ? Really ! you ballyhoo coon you make me swoon If I could I would fetch you t......

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...It is written don't kill.' You stupid dill.) You couldnt rise To the level of a souk, your'e bought out, sold out Yet not brought to book.' You're looking jaded your ideas Have faded.' You have a......

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...Thanks to Muhammad Imtiaz for allowing me to work with him to create this piece. I added a bit of fantasy to his real life experience. He was moved by seeing poverty up close in a Souk (Market) in Pa......

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...Haunting Fruit and Innocent Wish (Thanks to Richard for creating this excellent piece of work for me. He added a bit of fantasy to the real life experience. The market was situated in a Pakistan......

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..."Haunting Fruits and Innocent Wish" Once I wish to be in a Souk In search of some grapes and Fruits On the way, I saw a poor woman with her kid She bought him a couple of dates and fruits......

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...Hush! one whit elevation makes many, Tislite born in Imilchil. Who knows may write her own fate till her last day? But only in a secret way. Which can never be heard nor be told, But Ait Hiddou ......

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...Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep depth......

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...A vivarium is neither a plant or an epic entry. Instead of entry-level why not try a bulbous flow? Why? Why is a savvy question asked by a curved arched triangle whose speech is dialect. Yo, be know......

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...Welcome to the market place of the best in all mankind buy paintings of imaginings with brushstrokes of the mind. Words of vivd colour, tapestries of rhyme are shown, your ears filled with the con......

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...The sweet fragrance of spices Fruits ripened lush from mountain gardens The bouquets of flowers scenting the air Vivid memories of yesterday Now the flowers are black petals of death The souk ......

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...An Englishman lost in afternoon tea, Memories of a lotus flower love Rajas and elephants in Delhi Livingstone the explorer Religion to convert Laurence of Arabia A leader of men The Boers and the Zu......

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...My heart is out for you At the souk My heart sits on the steps Falling from sand to sea Crying for you At the souk My heart whirls like a dervish Around straggling lasses Wending their w......

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...Within the alleyways lay death. The burdened bureaucrats on their lunch break lounge in front of an orange stand ignoring the masked face within the burnoose snaking through the stalls. Fran......

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