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 Aug 2014 Hiba Samad
Majd Al Deen
I closed the door
And sit on the floor
Looking through the window in the wall
To the tree leaves in the fall
To the kites that fly and soar
Suddenly, the wind started to roar
And gently went through my soul
Whistling in my ears like a call
Talking, as it referring to us all

Saying: please no need to fear
I am just looking for someone to hear
All those houses humans tear
All those children that can't bear
All that blood, all that fear
Or that killing atmosphere
Children are killed with joy and jeer
They are helpless and got nothing to wear
Why they can't veer
And live along with cheer
Why justice can't appear
But after all that, children never sear
They still stand and rear
Defending themselves without a gear
Please do something my dear

Its breeze was clean and cool
Dancing with paper and wool
Playing with water in the pool
Whom I kidding, I am not a fool
All that children, all that poors
I wrote this poem for the children that are slaughtered and killed in Gaza...may God be with them <3
i feel confused
i feel the thoughts running like a great wave
i see things that nobody can see
my brain consumes my body
like the tiger consumes its pray
its hunting me down and making my life hell
i am hearing voices that pierces my ears
makes me fall in a dark alley that i can't even scream
get out of my head stop controlling my thought.
i need a cipralex medicine to calm me down
although that maybe no use when my imaginary demon
cuts me limb from limb
through me to the sharks and make me wimp
this dark room i am in has no light within
i will keep fading in its darkness til the bitter end
nothing can save me nothing ever will
not even a psychiatrist with the greatest skill
 Aug 2014 Hiba Samad
Carolin
A date a kiss and a fancy dress.
A plate and an expensive piece
of strawberry cheese cake. No
need for all this stress. A rusty
car an outing at a random bar. Greasy hamburgers on a bun
can just be as fun. No need to
put on a gold shiny necklace i'll
stick with the cute skull you got
for me on the ninth of November.
Where the weather was chilly just
like it gets during the winter. Let's just stick with what seems simple. Because any where with you seems just fine and beyond fun* ~
 Aug 2014 Hiba Samad
Ellie Geneve
My sister,
an annoying blister.
In the depth of my relaxation,
she bombards me with such nonsense and retardation.
Like she's designed to disrupt every source of silence,
while I'm diving in the ****** of my imagination.

My sister,
full of spirit and laughter.
Her jolly heart is something I feel obligated to look after.
My sister,
Although having her endless branches of imagination,
says that I'm her inspiration.
 Aug 2014 Hiba Samad
Ellie Geneve
Children are dying...
I'm kicking back, with nothing to complain about, yet complaining.
While *children are dying

I'm dancing
to my favourite song with my pals and sisters.

While they bleed because of the blisters
caused by the wood of their broken homes.
Unheard screams and groans
Getting ***** by strange misters.
Bombs and grenades fall like raindrops from the sky

BOOM BOOM BOOM! The soundtrack of their lives
An endless lullaby
And they cry
and cry.
But I can't hear them,
for the music in my room is too loud.


                                    
Children are dying*.
 Aug 2014 Hiba Samad
Joe Cole
I'm 69 years old and every day for years has been special to me
I see the news every day, more death and destruction
Young men and women of every nation and yes children too
Denied the right to grow old
Victims of the bullet, bomb, rocket, famine
On my head a scar
Between the tip of my left ear and the few brains I have left
Yes, an eighth of an inch more, no head left
Courtesy of an AK 47
Another occasion 9 days in hospital, 5 of them completely blind
Courtesy of an improvised bomb
And yet I'm still here to tell about it
While so many are not
Should I be feeling guilt?
I don't know
But I still ask myself the question after all these years
Why so many have died
And yet I survived
These days I live by the motto

Live for today, tomorrow might never come
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