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Mohamed Darwish Poem
Life is dying in a soul;
And the soul is the vault of life
Hope is killed by a goal;
And the goal is holding the knife.
What’s a soul when life is dead?
And what’s a goal when hope is killed?
A skilled tailor without a thread;
Or a raining sewer which is filled.
Dream is choking in a sleep;
And the sleep is the gas of the dream.
An eye is unable to weep;
And the tear turns into steam.
What’s a sleep without a dream?
And what’s an eye without a tear?
A born baby without a scream;
Or a sense of courage drowned in fear.
What's a poem without a verse?
And what's a sentence without a word?
a wicked witch without a curse;
or a brave knight without a sword.
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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A crowned king is you mathematician
You cured our problems like an experienced physician
You manipulated our facts like a sorcerer like a magician
You created masterpieces like a talented musician
You twisted our minds like an articulate politician
You shocked our souls like a brilliant electrician
You trained our brains like a skillful technician
You awed us like a scientist on a sacred expedition
You made up daily life as a constant definition
You represented our goals in a variable expression
You proved impossible laws like an eloquent patrician
You wrote a play of theorems without an intermission
You made formulas like stars with immortal ignition
A final word to say before an exposition
To you the ancestor of Gauss the prince mathematician
And the son of Euler the father of mathematical fission
Let others be corpses and you be their only mortician
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
Once upon a day there was
A young princess like a bloomy vase
A day a night and a year have passed
Waiting for this princess to be surpassed
A day a night and a year have passed
With this princess being just a past
Her marvellous beauty was never perceived
But once you meet her you feel relieved
Her shining eyes were deep black holes
Attracting brains and even souls
Her hair was strings of a wooden guitar
Or sectioned wires from a golden star.
All of this beauty went beyond sights
Deeper than valleys and higher that heights
To a world of awe and glory
Where our princess starts a new story
Between maids of equal splendour
And brave knights who do not easily surrender
Her wonder will stay as the eighth
Of the seven wonders of human faith
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
I question my heart and wait
are you my heart or hers?
I am the heart that can't hate
I only will be the heart she prefers
Leave me I don't need a heart
I need only a soul to live
You are where my pains start
and where boats of my life dive
Dear, my heart you only need a heart
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2011
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
a word of hope or a word of revival
a word that can cause my survival
Please, speak to my loving heart
And never pronounce the word ‘depart’
Cool down my glowing fire
Or order my passion to retire
Feed my starving adoration
And quench my droughty sensation
Make me a lost traveller in your sea
Or even a noble, prince or a marquee
But just speak and let me sigh
your words once before I die
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
What will you do if love abandons you?
And your heart drowns in a sea of despair
Will you see life from a different view?
Or you will think that it is just a flare
What if you sleep and never awaken?
Will you think that a dream is better than life?
Or you will like life being forsaken
And a dream is your new, eternal wife
What if you lose your emotions?
Will you weep with the weeper?
Or sail in deep, wild oceans
To discover emotions buried deeper
What if you lose your eye?
Will you still be able to weep?
Or just stare at the cloudy sky
And watch the drops of water sweep
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
I can see happiness in the humming of the bees
I can see joy in the dances of the trees
I can see Moses walking between two seas
I can see love bending on its delicate knees
I can see hope drifting by an evil breeze
I can see death sick with a fatal disease
I can see doors locked with infinite keys
I can see mercy perparing itself to decease
I can see oppression that can only please
I can see droplets of rain as they freeze
I can see a feeling of ambition as it leaves
But, I can not see my soul when it once agrees..
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
No matter when no matter how
A day will come and we will meet
When my heart beats and my eyes avow
And my only dream becomes concrete
No matter when, no matter where
I will see you and flourish my soul
When I kill the only root of despair
And takes the optimum hero’s role
No matter when, no matter why
I felt very weird when I saw you
When I kept flirting and never felt shy
Or when I kept telling that your love is true
No matter when, no matter who
I will never forget the first glance
When I was taken by your dew
Or when life gave me another chance
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Mohamed Darwish Poem
At the end of a pacific night
Where only roars of the wind could be heard
And only black controls the sight
Amid these roars was a marching man with a white beard
He was trying to fetch one source of light
Suddenly, he heard a sound that seemed weird
He started to plunge into a river of fright
A galloping, black horse had just appeared
The man was really afraid; he can not see a knight
Also the horse was not geared.
He was sure that he will not survive tonight
The man closed his eyes and waited to be cleared
He was very certain that he can not fight
He wished that someone would have volunteered
But, he murmured ‘it is too late to think about this, right’
The remnants of hope in his heart disappeared
The man did not want his soul to contrite;
That he did not do anything but feared.
So, he held his knife with a good tight;
And stabbed his body with a yellow sneer
To be the first man who died of fear.
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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Apart apart from the land of dreams
And the wish that once redeems
Apart apart from the center of hopes
Let the breeze takes it and mopes
Apart apart from a selfish soul
Teaching the heart to lurch and stroll
Apart apart from an endless pain
That inebriates you like champagne
Apart apart from a heavenly maid
Whose beauty masks the masquerade
Apart apart from an hour of joy
Which turns to be your deploy
Copyright © Mohamed Darwish | Year Posted 2009
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