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Hameed Hameed Poem
I cannot be judged by looks alone,
Not by the glitter when I smile and shine.
Beneath the light, I carry pain unknown,
Yet still, I seek to brighten this world of mine.
Does the spark I give bring shadows near?
Perhaps in sadness, hope and strength appear
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One of many, yet set apart,
A seed without its tree.
Still, the roots take hold,
Still, the branches reach.
One in four, rising strong,
To lift the old tree from its sorrow.
One in four, breaking through clouds,
Carrying the light he once followed.
In hope that one becomes all,
And all become four,
So his dream, even in silence,
Will never die.
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Being great is in my destiny, they say.
I have a hidden talent, they say.
Am I blind or is the world buried under sand?
Hidden and being expected to thrive is like sipping air or dust for soul.
Is it just me or is it all of us?
They expect the unexpected but when things go south,
You're left to think on what could have been.
Should I chase the path unknown? or dig a grave and be known as would have been?
Should I bury my head in the sand or chase the unexpected?
The unexpected? like the sun rising from the north?
They want me to be me but only when it works for them.
You find out you’re a zombie in a world of ghosts.
A world where burden is placed on those who have no say by those who can’t fulfill themselves like ghosts.
So now I’m stuck in between the dead and the undead.
So the question remains
Not who they see
But who am I beneath it all?
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A dream, like a fading horizon,
Where the sky and earth collide
One touches hope,
The other, doubt.
I stand between the two,
Feet planted in a fractured world,
Where trust is a shadow
And faith is a whisper.
My ceiling is low,
A blanket of fog,
Yet I’m told to reach
For stars that feel too far.
In the silence, I hear
A voice, distant yet near,
Reminding me
Even the darkest clouds
Can part,
And the sun can find its way.
But for now,
I’m made to learn in the dark,
Grasping for the light
I can’t see.
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Feeling warm,
Mommy’s cold,
sense of duty,
Mommy stays,
First of four clouds,
She clears the sky,
So light can shine,
On the cloud she raised.
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They say time is precious,
They say live, enjoy the highs and lows,
But when I’m up there on the Ferris wheel’s crest,
All I think of is the fall that follows.
Yet I feel the joy,
I feel it in every loop,
That wild moment when I bellow in joy,
Even knowing the drop is coming soon.
Crashing down like a Tilt-a-Whirl’s spin,
Only to queue for the ride again,
Life’s loop of lights and shadowed nights,
Where joy and fear both entertain.
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I was told the sky was endless,
But mine was a feather away
A low lid of shadows.
Every step echoes in a room
That was never meant to hold me.
Still, they say, reach higher.
But my hands find only fog,
And my faith slips through it
Like water through open fingers.
In despair, or deep sleep
I open my eyes
But I’m blind
Feeling my way through a world
That swears there’s light above me.
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