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Sarah Samarbaf Poem
By any river, all the waterfalls,
Every scene of life, we toast the stars.
we run and we sing, with passion in heart
Just like Kurt's guitar: broken apart.
Shrinking the world, borders go away
In this fantasy, we'd better stay.
Mind strong words, that set us free
Freedom is key, for you and for me.
Life is a movie by Wes Anderson;
Absurd yet superb, Don't leave it unshown.
Across ups and downs, we'll face any risk
When yearning is guide, we pass them brisk.
Don't escape from dark day of roaming
Let's go through the endless gloaming.
Youth is a fire, that burns the fear,
It's not so easy, but deem it dear.
give your restless hand, let's tango in sync,
With the "sweet life", we drown and think.
Listen to Horace and seize every day,
In our tough journey; we'll find every way.
Oh, let us defy... death's cold embrace
And let our dreams; soaring in space.
In time's symphony, for morrow's bright,
The moon and the sun, lead us through night.
Together we'll seek a purpose untold,
Find the meaning of the boulder we hold.
For life is a song, a chord to play.
Tune with it but, forget to obey.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2023
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Sarah Samarbaf Poem
To Atbin.
Another flick, a spark,
Once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories
Are alive and always last.
I recall your visage with
Its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs,
Behind of that bony face.
Your tender artistic look,
At a silly Rubik’s parts,
Made your endless affection,
dwell in our empty hearts.
You were our J. Keating of
Weir’s ingenious mind
And that "Remembrance Fest"
That you held: one of a kind.
To our liveliest friend,
We had toasted, and cheered
But I saw a bloody band
On your thin wrist appeared.
You smoked and you spoke,
With your own personal tone:
"A dead soul would never need,
All of these; to be well known,
Look at the living, hey kiddo!
And cherish their real worth.”
I stared at the white band:
Accessible, open source…
I thought it should be a band,
You could have tied it with care
Upon a pretty girl’s
Glowing and blonde hair.
Not as a merciless rope,
Tight around the skinny neck
But just like the sign of love,
Danced by the wind in a lake.
Hey, my friend! don’t frown,
Let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead,
But as an amity sign.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2023
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In the days of boredom and sorrow,
Showering you with ceasless kisses
Was a bridge
To a tranquil tomorrow.
Amidst my boundless dread,
Embracing you brought forth
A dawn of hope,
Like feeling of sunlight
After an intoxicated night.
Seven years have swiftly passed,
In these fleeting moments, dear,
My battered soul found peace in your presence,
In the gentle rise and fall of your breath,
In your pleasence.
Light of my eyes,
Today,
Your little body,
And that smart gaze
Have left our world,
Leaving silence in their wake.
You shivered in my arms
The light of life
Lost its brightness
In your innocent eyes
I couldn't forsake caressing you;
Nevertheless, you had gone,
indifferent to my cries.
Joyous angel,
My ever mourning heart still beats,
But as a symphony of chaos,
Grieving for you.
How can I soothe it?
You are not here,
I will never be able to.
Now,
A profound gloom
Has taken your place,
For ever.
Rest in peace my little fella.
May 21, 2024
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2024
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Sarah Samarbaf Poem
We sought a shelter, you adopted us
So far, yet near, in the deep down, thus.
Through every gaze, captive of darkness,
You lead us by the waves of crisis.
You shine like the sun, dazzling day for night
In my somber scene, you are the key light.
I sink into seat, there: silver screen,
Spoiler alert: an unseen dream.
You are my muse, the peace of my soul,
Healer of the wounds: your supporting role.
Your unique magic, takes us far away,
To our desires, fantasies ballet.
I would keep watching, with passion untamed,
I am enchanted, and for good flamed.
In movie haven, the mind takes flight,
It’s my love affair, my timeless delight.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2024
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Horror and dreadful cheers,
Forgetting absurdity,
Haunted by untold fears.
Tango with monsters & ghosts,
Guilty Pleasure, thus fits.
Revenants; our revered hosts.
Dreaming on the dark side,
With nightmares as close mates,
Intoxicated high tide.
There, a River overflows,
Falling the sidewalk's tears,
Whole Sunset Boulevard froze.
Aloft, the people of night,
All sky seats are sold out.
'trick or treat?'
The kids shout.
Gone by the fantasy phase,
A leaf in the wind sways,
Another Halloween lays.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2024
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A lonesome attic,
Broken by tragic farewells,
Tolling the death bells.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2024
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The ambitious dreamer,
Fell in love
And obtained the flame.
Now, he's reined
In the scene of dailiness.
Woe, such rebellious spirit waned.
On the stage of his mind,
Emotionally drained.
Copyright © Sarah Samarbaf | Year Posted 2024
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