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it's the same ocean that touched our feet
i knew your voice, recognized your heartbeat
it sailed across a hollow husk of a shell
when you were pouring yourself out there

as each wave crash heavily on your thighs
the moon pulls the tides gently
like blanket over your cold shoulders
your salty tears merged with sea breeze

i was there when you weeped
and the thundering clapped
i was there when you grieved
for each death of your old selves

the most beautiful thing to come out of the sea, when she left i found parts of her soul buried inside me
hazem al jaber Jul 2022
Souls ....

there are some souls ...
it has a beauty , like books ...
however we read more deeply ...
it intense us to read more ...
with no bore ...
nor , ...
we never get enough from it's gifts ...

Some souls have the flavor of the sky ...
you can smell it ...
and feel it wind ...
as when the sky rain ...

Some souls are like clouds ...
their silence is like a shadow ...
and their words are the drops of goodness ...
so,,
to be Being around them ...
it's the good life ...

some souls are like fragrant..
it's beauty ...
like the flowers ...
and it's tenderness is like rain.
it gives you a happiness and the smile ...
while it does not  know  ...
so ...
it create inside you a new soul with the purity of its morals ...

Souls are priceless and words cannot describe them! ...
souls are many kinds ...
many and varied
some are beautiful and pure
and sends love
only for those who have a beautiful heart

and you are the soul ...
the beautiful ...
with a loving heart ...
whom i loved ...
and i can't talk more ...

hazem al ...
LC Apr 2022
endearing words and suggestive eyes brightened the room / accenting conversations that flowed smoother than honey / souls spun / quickly approaching and nearly colliding / unravelling like two ribbons / one maroon / one ebony / until one day / ebony suddenly curled back into itself / maroon was suspended in air for years / as if steeped in time / but dense air weighed maroon down / so maroon descended / letting go / when ebony came back in its unraveled glory / maroon curled back to itself.
Escapril Day 4! The prompt was "strange behavior." I was definitely stumped, but then I thought of a moment in which someone pulled away from me, and it was strange when it happened. And this poem was born.
Jay M Nov 2021
A call to the homesick
To those who roam
Their souls adrift
Wanderers among the vast

A call to the heartsick
To the broken hearted
Grieving their losses
May their hearts mend one day

A call to the uncertain
To those plagued by possibilities
Swirling about in an endless storm
Torn by the hurricane within the mind

A call to the weary
Similar are we
Long exhausted
Eyes beyond dull
Reminders of an empty hull
Crew overworked, with mere hours rest
May their hearts know rest
Within their husks of a chest

Carry on my friends
My weary companions
For we fight the unseen
We know the invisible plight
Battles through every night

Carry on my friends
My wandering spirits
We hear not the cries
But we know the sorrow
We carry our boundless stories
Until we can no longer
To let them go,
Or to end the tale

But carry on my friends
Your tale is not at its end
Your song not yet done
There is more in store
So carry on, for there are days ahead

One day you shall find your place
The home for your soul
One day you shall mend your heart
And it shall beat again
One day you shall know
Not all, but the way is before you

- Jay M
November 29th, 2021
Carry on my friends. All will be well in the end.
The
flowers
meet
as the  
words of
thought,
the
leaves
touch
in the
wind,
here,
you
share
the little
poems
of the
earth
with
me,
I hold
you
close
under
the
sun,
in each
other
arms
as a
blanket,
a place
where
we will
both feel
safe,
untorn
in the
warm
amber
glow,
healing
our
sore
souls
in our
gentle
sleep,
I will
say to
you, in
silence,
“the
answer
of your
existence
is my
home”.
Jay M Sep 2021
A gathering of souls,
A collision of culture
A place of safety
Where voices are heard

As I sit, sharing in the wealth of life
Sharing in the stories
I wonder how we all got here
How we all came to be this great family
Not bound by blood, but belief
In one another

Throughout the days gone by
And the obstacles we have all faced
Through the hardships,
Through the happiest of days,
I am here among them
Together we stand
Unified, as one

We all come from different places
All to remain here
With those we hold most dear
Here, this unity
Is our little community

- Jay M
September 26th, 2021
Had to write a lyrical poem for my Creative Writing class, and I thought I would pick the topic of community.
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