Nas With Notepads

Category: Poetry

  • Strokes

    Strokes

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    by Ali Guduf Within the marshes of misconception the extracts of souls lost country the difference in art to person a day missed upon a once upon a time,anon a bequeathed sentiment falsely enriched on a feeling of dire enrollment seized Evading an endless stretch of time Fleeing as ticks of clock waiting Disembarking from…

  • Azza عزة

    Azza عزة

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    by Maabad Said (Temple) Well, Azza is supposed to be my mom And I love my mom But with all my heart i really, really hate her But I’m not standing here trying to debate her And you might call me a traitor GUILTY AS CHARGED !!! But my defense is I’ve removed all the…

  • The NWN Feature: { Enas Suleiman }

    The NWN Feature: { Enas Suleiman }

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    This month’s feature poet is one of the guiding forces behind the establishment of Nas with Notepads. Enas Suleiman’s voice carries a special blend of romance and realism. NWN interviewed Enas to get a closer look at the poet and her creative process. 1. When did you start writing? I started writing when I was…

  • I, self & Nation

    I, self & Nation

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    by Ahmed Salah I self & nation The 17th of November 2000 & self My feet touched this land Didn’t recognize the slang Didn’t understand dem clan & my mind just clicked Here I don’t belong Here I waznt born, here I don’t know how to deal with dem folks & I’m gone Till I…

  • U Got Fooled

    U Got Fooled

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    by Amin Isaac she said it’s true that he makes me live hell.. but sometimes he makes me feel like heaven.. she said he’s constantly giving me limps and busted lips.. i can handle all that pain more or less she said but what would kill me is the pain of loneliness she said he…

  • BequeatheQuest

    BequeatheQuest

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    by Ahmed Hardallo Quest, Out to the woods , for the explanation of the string theory as obsolete as it may be , it flaps in the wind , A beacon of a possibility of a null probability , like an indefinable infinity, Like the the adamant nature of no passability , As it is…

  • More Than 1, 2, 3

    More Than 1, 2, 3

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    by Qutouf Yahia One. More than once I’ve been told that I don’t look like I pray That I just don’t seem the type And I often thought that it was because of what I wear Or how I don’t always cover my hair But what I don’t understand is how we associate religion with appearance when we don’t…

  • Loving You

    Loving You

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    by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer Loving you is easy ‘coz you’re beautiful But so damn hard at the same time Because your hard head hurts my sane mind Driving it behind to my insane one & I’m left trying to gain one upper hand But I find both my hands up in surrender & though tender…

  • Untitled

    Untitled

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    by Sara Elhassan The customer walks away, leaving the trader counting his money. …Correction – HER money. HER hard earned money. She looks down at the bag, marveling at how oversized – and empty – it looks now that it has become her property. She strains to hear the sound coming from the bottom of the…

  • Refraction

    Refraction

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    by Ahmed Hardallo I spent the morning sifting through the swamps of my ill disposition Emerged tracking through the marshes of my goodwill, sullying its bad mane I shook the mirth off , and shed the luster of conceit for the gaiety of content The  guttural swirling of butterflies morphs through adolescence into a comfortable aged content , The…