Category: Poetry
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.…
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…
Different Perspectivez
by Ahmed Salah Can someone see the world through my eyes ? Picture him being me and disguised Seeing just light outta dark sides Sculpting smiles through rough times While on the inside fighting demons And looking at the sky And as I quote… All the while we de meditate pon jah works while bad…
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…
Discrimination
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer My fingers discriminate against my little pinky They say he doesn’t seem to do much He’s independent doesn’t care what the other fingers are thinking & most the time it seems his energy is used up When I type I rarely use him My middle finger claims I abuse him &…
