Souk Poems - Poems about Souk

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

..."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......Read More

...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 ......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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 ......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More