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Ayesha  Dec 2020
Aylan Kurdi
Ayesha Dec 2020
on these waves, quiet crawls
war, with fish, plays; stillness laughs
since you, no more, do.

it's not fair, Aylan.
why'd you leave mother again?
for that heartless land

Ghalib weeps in sleep
says you went to see baba.
Aylan, why'd you go?

out the sea’s warm arms?
—that shore is cold as people
people cold as ice

sleep on Aylan— they
can hear now; you, your people.
Syria and you.

you've sparked up a flame
but don't you see? they love flames—
smokes, blasts and rubbles

can't you read the winds?
say they, stay far from humans
say they, please come back

wont you please come back?
to these safe waters, Aylan.
we're calling for you.

we're calling for you.
you who the fireflies await
we're calling for you.
we're calling for you
Seema Nov 2017
My child I dearly pray
The wrong doers will pay
Your life was priceless
To some meaningless
You had a golden smile
Tho so far, so many miles
If I had you here with me
You would have been alive to see
There are those who have lost
Beautiful innocence by cost
I am deeply hurt reading about you
My heart cried tho I don't know you
The red t-shirt you wore last
Will alway remind me of this past
Why your family had to flee?
Why authorities ignore your plea?
Why the boat capsized in the ocean?
Why was there no precaution?
Why the world had to see you washed on the shore?
Laying face down on the Turkish shore
Such a beautiful child, how many more!
The aches getting worse as I see your face
You left every heart to break where we trace
It was not you fault, Oh baby boy!
You were thrown off board like a broken toy
May the good spirits guide your soul
Don't you worry, these ruthless will burn in hole
Even hell might reject them for achieving such goal
You were a Syrian prince, one can hint
Your tragic death would stay as an imprint...




©sim
Wrote this in 2015, after this tragedy shown in all news channel.

My prayers goes to thee and the others who were also the victims, R.I.P Thy Souls in peace:
"Aylan Kurdi, three year old
Brother Galip Kurdi, five year old
Mother Rihan"
KC Cabauatan Sep 2015
don’t leave me!
mama, baba, hold me for I am scared
with the rising water-walls
and the cold dark sky sometimes lit
by a sudden bright twisted light,
and the loud noisy boom that follows it.

you promised me;
mama and baba,
you’ve told me that we’re goin’ on a boat ride
to a new land and see once again the bright blue sky,
away from the bad men whose shinies
that turns red when they swing them
at any little boys and girls, and mamas and babas.
you told me that where we go, flowers bloom and grow
and children like me can once again run and play.

at first i laughed and squealed,
everytime the small boat went up and down.
at first i saw you smiled and then wondered why you suddenly frowned.
then i saw in the distance
the white cotton clouds turning grey, and the water-walls around us rising
and i felt the cold slaps of the roaring wind, and you dear mama,
your smiles turned to cries,while you held me tighter.
like this is our last goodbye.

hold me and don’t let go;
comfort me,mama and baba,
tell me that the new land is near,
hold me tight and kiss me, for they take away my fear.
why is the sea angry baba, is it because we went away?
why is the world angry baba, when all i wanted is to play.
soothe me mama, sing to me once more.

crack! we hit something, and then you were gone
i went under, and see nothing but black,
when i rose again, i see no one, but i have heard your cry
where are you, mama and baba, i don’t know how to swim.
i can not reach the bottom, and the walls come crashing in.
i am slowly falling, i’m tired of getting back.

i am slowly losing air, mama and baba
but you were nowhere near.
i can still hear you faintly in the distance,
and i really wish that you were here.
somewhere deep within me, something felt like it’s leaving
maybe it’s the little big boy inside me, maybe, i don’t know.
yet all i hear right now, is him saying, don’t forget me.

don’t forget me mama, for now, i’m going home…
tribute for the brave little syrian boy named aylan
KC Cabauatan  Sep 2015
for aylan
KC Cabauatan Sep 2015
don't forget me;
my fight has left me,
drifting on the aegean
away from the fires of heathens, yet swallowed by the deep, never to be amongst the free.

fight for me;
not just with guns nor bullets.
sing my passing for the world to hear,
that i had left my home to be free,
away from strife, death and tyranny.
let others live a life free from fear.

don't pity me, no more;
though i have passed on, i am free.
just bury me under the ground,
and place a simple marker and flowers on its mound.
let our names be your banners; let them fly.
spell the name of freedom in the sky,
that future generations in it will live.
let it be the legacy our struggle will give.

don't forget me.
this is a tribute for the brave little syrian boy, named aylan
Miss Clofullia Sep 2015
makes it hard for me to breathe,
difficult to see and
impossible to understand this complex mechanism of inside-out
feelings.

I should’ve known by now
that one foot cannot do well without
the other,
that I am merely a one way ticket to
one of Jupiter’s moons,
that one without two
is a stranger to three
and that this will all end one day
in a big blast!

Stranded between Tom Hanks' Wilson
and Aylan’s sandprint,
I won’t be of much use to you;
just like a viral video that you share with your friends,
on a Monday morning and,
then, again, after a couple of months. Funny gas inside
some old abandoned car’s  tank.

makes it hard to be serious
about life,
difficult to die and
impossible to commit suicide.
Scott Jurewicz Nov 2019
(an elegy for Aylan Kurdi)

carried on the foam white crest
on wood on water on sand
the cruelty that must be jest
has washed across our land

once i knew a fine young boy
who looked with sad old eyes
upon his own dear life's joy
and the happiness that lies

lift me up my last old friend
my finally, again last chance
my dear beginning and my end
my fleeting final glance

— The End —