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898 · Dec 2014
I'm sick of wars
hani shibli Dec 2014
No more numbing, dumb wars.
Each country proud to even the scores.
For that loss of love and life.
We give each other strife.
**** that hatred.
Because you say,
We're more sacred!
Whose lives they take,
To build their empire,
The families they break,
Lies a leader will aspire,
For he will make you believe,
The hype and the spin,
Behind a devil's grin.
Not sure about this one, welcome any criticism.
I think it lost it's rhythm, got meet a friend whose crazy about timing.(my downfall)
856 · Jan 2015
Sad Souls
hani shibli Jan 2015
Hey sad souls,
what are we to do?
When we're all so down and blue!
In our beautiful minds,
(Because,that's what they are, you HP people)
join your hands, together as one,
with similar kinds,
of people.
Men and women,
need each other,
sister and brother.

Feed each others spirits,
to take you beyond all limits.
This isn't a poem,
with the American dream,
this is for hearts and minds,
that need inspiration,
at times of desperation.
We all need to feel good,
gratification of our existence,
with a constant persistence.
Encouraging one another,
telling life that ,'That I love her'
She holds me captive,
her spirit bounds me,
In her arms, I'm held in awe.
surrendering  unconditionally,
Like a puppy holding up its paw.

For life,
throws tribulations,
catastrophic,
philosophic,
cataclysmic,
rhythmic,
euphoric.
And with each moment,
we should pray for another,
this gift of life,
to make us content,
a limited time we are lent,
cannot regain what has been spent.

Look up into this abundant sky
and smile that you are here.
When many cannot,
and many have not.
A poem to revive some heavy souls, that need some love and support.
I've been there and sometimes I get taken there, and hope others can find a little joy and energy from this simple write.
709 · Jan 2015
Boy at heart
hani shibli Jan 2015
He wonders in an ascending thunder.

He roams in an aspiring trail,
which excites without fail.
He please's like a contagious disease.

Do you love me, do you hate me?
The little boy used to ask.
A smile in his eyes,
used to confuse
and bemuse.
Some it would anger,
and to some,
it would intrigue.
But,
he knew,
it was only a smile.
Mischief was his game,
adventure his name.
Love in his heart,
to the end from the start.
Till death to him part.
Memories from childhood, where innocence was, and still could be.
677 · Dec 2014
Unity
hani shibli Dec 2014
Love me
Love you
Love them
Let's be fools in love
Need we fight
Need we hate
Let's congregate
Accept one another
Your way
My way
In the end
Leads to one way
Make of it what you like,
Very tired and it's late.
Peace to all
563 · Dec 2014
Silly little poem
hani shibli Dec 2014
Crazy, hazy me.
                    Is that all I can be?
                         I tell no lie,
                    For I have no idea,
                   of where I am going.
                           I'm going,
                      but will I arrive?
                   This is my question,
                           every day.
                  Destination unknown.
                            It's vague,
                    no transparancy there.
                       Should there be.
                   Destination unknown.
I had some time to ****, I hope I haven't bored you all too much with my first poem.
554 · Dec 2014
just a thought
hani shibli Dec 2014
There is a poem
        for
                       every
                                 moment
                                 in
                                    every
                                     life
524 · Dec 2014
Awake
hani shibli Dec 2014
When my mind is alive!
I carry myself across in a wind of thoughts.....
456 · Dec 2014
Not a poem
448 · Dec 2014
Misguided truth
hani shibli Dec 2014
What do you want from me?
They played with their own minds.
"What's wrong with you", they say.
Don't play with me!
I'm not your fool!
Fool yourselves.
Tempted by blinded illusions.

Hope is beautiful.
Don't deny yourself of such a thing.
But delusion is only YOUR own fool.
420 · Dec 2014
Dark days
hani shibli Dec 2014
Parallel life.
  Many faces they say.
    Who are we going to see today!

    Who do you want to see?
     Who do you want me to be?
       Who AM I gonna see?

        Want to be someone?
          Well be!

          What's he say in there?
            Let's do it!

            Conquer this world!
             Let them see!
               Oh! The fire!
                The passion,
                  soul, energy,
                    lights up all
                     that's around it.


               Then.........
                It crashes!
                 Why!
                  I don't know.
                   I just watch,
                     They watch,
                       carefully afraid
                        of the reaction
                             they'll see.
                          
                  Where has that fire fled?
                    And this absence of light.
                     The darkness
                       that clouds my world.
                        That, what I no longer want
                          to hear and see.
                            Shutting out the light,
                             dousing the fire.
                              And watching those clouds
                               covering, looming
                                over me.
                                
                   That is when,
                     Parallel lives
                       appear.
                        Please disappear,
                         Let me be.
                          This strength I know
                           to me.
                            Even, if silent,
                              but strong, active
                               and unstoppable,
                                ready to rest, not die
                                 from within.
                                   Just make these two lives,
                                    let them be one.
Written somewhere above Peru, on a plane many dark years ago.
407 · Dec 2014
borrowed words
hani shibli Dec 2014
Don't be afraid of art.
Don't be afraid of your mind.
these are not my words.
I saw them somewhere and noted them down like I do a lot.
I liked them, it resonates to the HP following and this whole community of sharing our thoughts and words with each other.
i'm really happy I found this site with all these gifted artists.
artists of words.
337 · Dec 2014
Black Saturday
hani shibli Dec 2014
'Tis a friend,
  right till the end.
   Made mistakes,
    Just like we all do.
     But, alas his mistakes,
      cause his biggest heartbreaks.
       He's helped others, always,
      but with each good turn.
      His mind burns.
     Like a cancer tearing him apart,
    a tumour through his heart.
   I wish he would learn.
    So, he would not burn.
      I can only help,
       so, so much.......
A friend, a good friend is a gambler.
I'm trying to help build him back, but he keeps burning all those bridges that people keep giving him.
I was the last bridge.
241 · Dec 2014
Words in motion
hani shibli Dec 2014
Come fly with me,
Come cry with me,
Don't let the words die on me.
Fleeting words while I roam around the house eating a bowl of cereal.

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