Category: Poetry

  • بلا عنوان

    by Reem Bahaa مع انك رزعتا ابواب كتيرة في وشي لسة الحياة مستمرة و قاعدة تمشي و انا لساتني في محلي و ما ناوية امشي بغض النظر عن البيبان الانت قفلتهم في الف غيرهم لسه مفتوحين و حفضل احاول معاك لمن كلهم يتسدوا في اللحظة ديك بس امكن اغض النظر حتى لو فتحت ذراعيك لالف…

  • Number

    Number

    by Ali Guduf Take me back Back to learn from history History that’s warned of future Future that will come Come as tears shower from ducts history foretold Foretold of conquests Conquests missing something Something as trivial as nothing Nothing out of fear of change Change without dignity Dignity misunderstood Misunderstanding life in short Short…

  • Charity

    Charity

    by Zahra Berama My name is Charity. In the name of his sweet departed soul I inject moisture into the drying hearts of the deprived. With each drop, I benevolently water crops coaxed from virtuous intentions, perched atop mountains of your clement dew. You perpetuated cycles of symbiosis. You shone. Like a panacea for darkened…

  • Tell Him Your Name

    Tell Him Your Name

    by Shahd Fadl He, was the boy with a heavy name The type that rolled off your tongue And left noise residue in your mouth Still you remembered his name. You remembered the ink stains On the edges of his fingers And the marks on the lifelines of his palms You remembered his poems He…

  • Look, Listen, Feel

    Look, Listen, Feel

    by Idem Hale Look, listen, feel. And fill in the blanks I left. Look, me in the eyes and to my dilated pupils please be the pupil Listen, Through the absence of verbal cues Do you hear the silence of truth? Look Listen And feel, Where you once stayed, And grew up, and prayed, For a…

  • عيونكِ … سِرُ القهوهِ

    عيونكِ … سِرُ القهوهِ

    by Khalid Yassir : الكُلُ هُنا يشتاقُ القهوهَ .. كيف يشاء وانا أشتاقُ لطعم عيونكِ في رشفاتِ البٌن و أعرفُ سِر اللون الأسود في الفُنجان فهو سريقُُ من عينيك الكُلُ هُنا يشتاقُ القهوهَ .. كيف يشاء وانا أشتاق لطعم عيونكِ (سِرُ القهوهِ) كُل صباح .. كُل مساء أنا أشتاقُكِ حد حدود الشوق فصُبي لي من…

  • Play Me Like Music

    Play Me Like Music

    by Mazin M. Saeed Play me like music.  Play me like the beautiful music you’re so talented in making.  For words and labels no longer describe me. For those strings and cords could do a better jo.  Play me.  As smooth and soft as a violen’s melody.  A melody so smooth to show how fragile…

  • It Was

    It Was

    by Ali Guduf Splashes, as petter patter feet splatter To this soil on mine feet gather Pictures of coats, once placed on ponds, beneath ladies’ feet, protecting honour As mine and me’s dreams wander I wonder to details seen afar forgotten Without a fight, laid askew, to memories conscious forgot I hold on,hold on as…

  • Nightly Thoughts of You

    Nightly Thoughts of You

    by Moh’d Gaki “I think about you, as I also think about a thousand other things, for you are but a tune, trying to make a sound, midst a thousand other symphonies. I think of how you, Like agony and anger, Like thirst and hunger Like fear, like wars, Like a bottle of poison Like a…

  • SELF

    SELF

    by RAJ –A dedication to my best friend Abeer Mohamed “Beero” Quote: “I think I’m falling out of love with myself, and that’s the root of all my problems”. as I read Beero’s words they hit the core of my soul and shook my bones… cuz she said exactly what I couldn’t say and what…