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Best Poems Written by Yara Rouhana

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Helen, I'M Coming

He calls- seldom I answer
They feel stiff.
He cries- seldom I console
They feel weak.

He knocks for entrance 
Though inside he lives
He enters- He observes me smiling
I shut him off completely- He’s out

I call- he’s always there
They smile.
I cry- he never turns his back
They tear. 

I enter his world-I never knock
He welcomes. 
I can hear some gossip in delight
Others just groan, vexed. 
The more I see is delight
Yet the others, are always in sight
I call- I cry- I enter-
When I smile, I leave.

He calls- waiting for my answer
They shiver.
He cries-cries for help
They perish. 

He knocks and enters
I give no care   
He stands still staring
“I called for you, you never replied
Burden lifted, they’re gone.
My gloomy 'flats' and 'sharps', 
Never felt your love, they left.
My innocent, smiling 'majors' and 'minors'
Never shared your laughter, they left.

Good bye my friend, Helen is waiting
Please pray for the Keller’s to welcome me home.”

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|absolute Humanity|

Infinity throughout the whole line
Exists between those bars of different signs
But once out the numbers spread 
The dashes are cut straight with a line from head.

Infinity, we humans sum up to infinity
We live inside those bars called humanity
Bars that were once only pure within 
But now hold but the essence of sin

A dash must be cut making a cross
Whenever an equal passes by
Isn’t this a rule, a must? 
But since we are humans engraved in lust
Such a fact is aging and left to rust.

Within the bars of humanity 
Or shall I say brutality
Lies the palace of furnished lies
Of corridors painted in fake smiles.

So lonely one soul goes out to breathe
Looks up and sees a naked sky 
For the cut, the must, that makes the plus
Has vanished with smiles of constant lies

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A Shadow of Conscience

His face turned red though not of rage 
His hair grew gray but not of age
Locked inside, chained with steel 
Alone in the dark he could only feel 
The breathless silence
Growing heavy on his wounds
And the crown of thorns
Pricking the nerves of his skull 
He could smell the darkness
And taste its bitterness 
He could hear his scars 
Screaming for freedom 
The scars that reigned his skin 
For almost years of dullness…
Smells of dead rats covered the cell 
But he, instead of disgust
Felt calmed, secured in his shell
For at least now he knew 
It never left him, his crew
The friends he stayed with for years
And who helped him fight his fears 
Just being there before his eyes 
Was enough to let him feel 
That he never suffered alone.
The wind of the bitter snow 
Stroke him like knives 
Shuddering, he tried let go 
Of his chained hands and legs
But failed greatly as he greeted
Surrendering not with grief
But with an open heart 
Just like all the passed days 
Where when saw 
A glimpse of hope 
He tried to grasp it
But failed tremendously 
He got used to defeat
Accustomed to sorrow
Bleeding to his feet 
He felt nothing but hollow
So sad in soul 
And hurt in body
He wished he could fall 
And join his friends’ destiny
Where he could lie down
Dead, breathless, but peaceful 
Rather than being alive 
Desperate, hurt and rueful
Rather than living in a grave  
Engraved in regrets and pain 
Where no one can ever save 
Him except he himself…

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My Nouri

My 
Baby
Sister, I
Promise never 
To stop being your shield and protector.
You are growing up and soon will witness
How life looks like
Not Disney
Little 
Sis, 
My
Nouri,
No Miley 
Zack or Cody
Only masks and lies, that reality
Will you have to bear, but never alone
For I’m always 
There to guide
you dear
one.
Miles
Will soon
Make a way 
To life away
From you baby, but stay assured that not
A single soul will hurt you for it'll pass
through me first. Not
a soul sis
not a
soul.

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Be Wise Warrior

I ask myself ‘Where am I?’ 
My soul answers not, but gives a sigh
Looking at me, confused and lost
Was my old self I loved the most
Looking at me, with tears in eyes 
Says my mind as high it flies 
Down it gazed at the burning self 
At the rays striking its every shelf
” Your heart so pure as that of a child 
Has been hit with pessimism 
As youth passed by and made you hide
Your innocence and optimism
You have a lot, they may not 
Have this simple, loving self 
Within you it dwells don’t take it out 
Let it fight and gain triumph
Where have you gone I want you back 
Don’t leave me here, and walk this track
Where have you gone, my warrior?
Hold your sword and fight the black 
Forces of time shoved your past 
Deep down the dreadful sea 
Will you let them take the rest 
Of the person you used to be?
They may have won the battle 
But you have won the war 
When faith craves to meddle
Failure will knock their door
They may seem powerful
And thus reach your city 
But never will they handle
The wisdom of your country
When needed,
Have mercy, offer a bite
Goodness is not weakness
But don’t go far
Keep your might
That’s the person
You truly are
Know one thing and don’t forget
A day will pass and you will starve
So have faith and don’t expect
Of them a tiny little bite
They’ll turn their backs and just ignore
You’ll get hurt more and more
As u hear their words so sore
That you betray your inner core
Perceiving goodness as weakness
Just as they made you believe
Have faith and consume nonsense
Hold your sword and just leave
Keep them wondering
Keep them envying
Let them remember
Their own hunger
How the child deep down their minds
Looked at his toy breaking down
Right in front of his bare eyes
He wept and begged for his crown
Make them remember
When they needed a hand
They saw you there
You made them stand
Though to you, they were unfair
Come back later
Let them taste bitterness
Let them weep and cower
And heal them with forgiveness
One coming from ultimate power
That’s how it deceives us
The unfairness of life
By sending forces of misery, of loss
To give in and throw our knives

So Be wise warrior and hold your sword
Be wise warrior and fight the world”

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Through Solemn Eyes

Through solemn eyes, sway sadness 
of a heart, hurt, and a fading hue.
Diving within, dying drollness  
lingers long with a lifeless queue 
of stained crystals that shatter the spark
once mastered a merry soul  
now a damp, drained, dark 
humiliated honor in a self hollow… 
Tired of being tainted by turmoil
for past years; purity plunges in pleas 
it sinks within so deep in soil 
of tormented shores, seas of tears…
Yet through years of yearning
and tears of torments through hiding 
a breeze has brought belonging
to the swaying sadness of solemn eyes…


                          Dedicated to a special friend

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Innocence Prevails?

I
Got lost
Wandering
Around at night
Fearless of all harm
With innocence I smiled
At a stranger saying hi.
He stopped me by his gaze, I smiled
Then he unzipped his pants, I still smiled
He looked around for eyes, no one was there
Devilishly smiling, he turned to me, I blushed
“Sir, peeing on streets is impolite." He turned away.

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Just a Dream

Let me tell you about my dream 
My father said, putting me on his lap 
It was a dream that has always seemed
Too impossible and hard to grasp 
I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud 
Looking at our nature being felled 
Observing the glacial mountains dwell 
Not up high but down so low  
Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes
I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood
As they greeted the ground with bowed heads 
Giving scent not to the skies but to mud
I saw pain leaking from fettered petals 
That fitfully designed our earth as devils
Beside me, there sat many grey clouds 
It was a scene so hard to fathom
Never once seen color that shrouds 
The sky above, that was for purity an emblem  
I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream
For in reality it’s illicit to fell 
And impossible for grey clouds to dwell 
In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity
Humans will never accept such ignominy 
And never become iconoclasts
For our nature is our identity. 
I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye
I didn’t expect my father to ask why 
I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender
You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.

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Amid Bewildered Core

Amid barking clouds death evanesced 
fighting grieving hesitantly inclining 
for justice keening for life moaning 
not obeying only persevering
quarrel remaining, soul tearing…

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An Angel of Truth

Haunting, they came to me
Eating away all the joy I see
Amid laughter so free
Lingering, I thought it’ll be 
Inside a soul of bliss and glee…
Nabbing away the rest of me
Gladly smiling, they invaded me 

Many hours I cried for thee 
Each day I hoped you’d rescue me

Why and how I did not know 
In such a huge world you’ll find me 
Try did I to let hope flow 
Here, inside this thirsty sea


Kneel did I but didn’t know why
Is it that you’re an angel from up high
Never seeing such beauty such grace
Depart not said I with a mournful cry 
Never please I need u so much  
Endless let your love to me
Stay with me oh I need you 
Smile for me my angel of truth