Category: – English
Sleep Attempt
by Ahmed Al-Idreesy Adil Wake me up.. Wake me up when all the struggle ends and everything is sky high beautiful.. and all the sufferings are never worn as dresses on the shoulders of the oppressors or the government Wake me up.. When everybody knows the real meaning of confidence and no one mistakes my…
4 O'clock Observing
by Omer Mahjoub It’s 4 O’ clock in the morning I’m contemplating change while I’m yawning At the same time I’m tired of mourning There must be more than unexplainable grief and sad rhymes These sad times help me realize how time flies And how change is the only constant truth In this universe in which…
The Not Yet Men of My Generation
by Qutouf Yahia The not yet men of my generation I don’t like the way you trip when you walk The way you cuss when you talk And I sure as hell don’t condone your comic blasphemy Cursing at your god Cursing at your faith بتسبو في دينكم For your lack of vocabulary The not yet men…
In This Park
by Enas Suleiman In this park. The grass stands erect in the presence of my bare feet It doesn’t bow Nor does it kneel It just…stares then sways in tickle attacks. I submit. I have no choice but to kneel to it as I explode into successive giggles that only children grasp. In this park.…
Change of Dreams
by Ahmed Gihad Ibrahim Looked into the sky where did all of his dreams go Can he make them happen or with tears make them grow They taught him never give up on your dreams Reach to the skies and don’t fall on your knees He wished he could meet who told him that Even…
Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 11
Color me yellow so I can be your sun The sun that doesn’t shine in our country, it simply burns So hot it makes you bleed to death But yet, I still eveolve, but never oppose what is destined by the Great One Above Is to be achieved by the interpreters of His signs Aint…
Stream Of Conciousness
by Saji Ali Its been a minute since I was born again… Is my brain on the right lane or am i stuck again… I thought it was the rain, but it was the tears of my mother, cryin’… I’m dead tired of tryin’ to stop lyin’ to my lovers… Sisters, brothers, and the builders…
The Machine (Unedited)
by Omer Mahjoub I take blood baths and sip on your sweat It gives me enough buzz to be able to keep an eye on you peasants It tastes like good liquor to me so keep struggling And keep on juggling all of these balls At the same time while watching over you children Let’s…
Poop (A Poem About Art)
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer They all stood around, not one making a sound See the critics were taken a back by mere the sight of it It was weighed pound for pound, created to astound All the critics felt confused by the sight of… Shit Whispers started forming, Some rejoiced some were mourning Critics we…
