#lebanon
The standards fell the banner torn apart
A bitter taste in there mouths
The army beaten and broken shields
Upon the bloodied battled fields and
No more the rally no more the cry
Beneath the Lebanese sky and the
Enemy bruised and weeping bleed
The powerful Lebanese they stand
And a heavy price for the enemy and
Though shadows loom and hopes recede
A different planting a new seed
This ending brings a quiet pause
To heal and find unspoken laws and
The enemy at the gates of Haddatha
Southern Lebanon has been beaten and the Lebanese stand tall and proud and victory will echo all around.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
O city poured from light and vine,
where the river hums old secrets to the stones,
and balconies lean like lovers
over the breath of evening.
O city of wine and poetry,
bride of the Beqaa Valley,
where the mountains teach the air how to remember.
I send you a whisper carried on wind,
a prayer folded in the wings of dusk.
To your people
whose hearts are warm as bread from hidden ovens,
whose laughter spills like wine
from the cup of the mountain
May peace walk your streets barefoot,
and love sit at every table
like an honored guest who never leaves.
If distance has made me silent,
know this
somewhere, in another sky,
my heart still turns toward you
like a sunflower to its sun.
Peace and love.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
As the plane thundered overhead,
the little one smiled—faint, fragile—
at last, he thought, help had come.
He hungered for bread,
for water,
for life.
He was mistaken.
With trembling hands,
he lifted his empty plate—
but death was what descended.
Fire rained from the heavens,
hell unleashed upon him,
though innocence clothed his soul.
And far away, they celebrated.
They named him terrorist—
a child who only begged for bread.
Yes—
a terrorist,
for daring to be hungry.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
Maybe it's the thrill
of instability
that makes me hungry
for life,
hungry for you
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 8:07 AM UTC
If you hear it just once, then it's an air strike.
Twice, means it's just a sonic boom.
While we wait anxiously,
deadly silence fills the room.
Those moments in between
feel like a lifetime.
Especially when
someone's life maybe on the line.
If we end up hearing the second sound
relief fills our hearts,
even though they just skipped a pound.
For at least we know that 2 sounds are just meant to entice fear.
While 1,
is meant to tear down
maybe a few lives
or maybe an entire town.
So, with windows open,
we wait
we hope
to hear that second sound.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 2:48 PM UTC
I grab my pencil
everyday
Shaky hands
bring down the lead tip
barely touching the paper
in anticipation
of inspiration
Bombs explode outside
clouding the sky
I call my muses
to work
but
they fail to clock in
because
the road between
the heart and the mind
has been
bombed
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
When a heart
forgets
how to heart
A mind how
to
mind
A logic
how to
logic
A human
how to
align with
all the above
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC
To the (ad)ventures
about to happen
I can't wait to
skip you
to the
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
I have developed the need to rely
on dramatic events
to find a purpose
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
Even the ink in my quill dried out
after they burned my muse
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
I can't breath
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wipe out the gunk
stomp them under your feet
It's
TIME
FOR
BEIRUT
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
sick of all the
games everyone plays,
and all the
rules I have to abide to,
sick of all the things
I need to do,
and all the times
I must silence
myself away,
sick of going
through the hardships
just to enjoy the
good times for
a little while,
sick of proving
to others
my success, my self-love,
my worth,
sick of stressing
about life before it happens,
and forgetting to just live.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
“In sickness and in health
till death do us part”
She exploded in my heart
threw me off my feet
Across a living room filled
with nights only she can host
I spoke of her to those across the world
who will never experience what it is
to fall for a city
it is beyond patriotism
this ineffable love for a sleepless phenomenon
who homes strangers
shook the world
with shockwaves
that equaled the chemical imbalance
its people have for their city
Under the debris of sparkling glass
she was broken
there’s so much she can withstand
even when we always stand by her side
shards engrave themselves under thick skin
poking at the body that still believes in love at first breath
At a heart that does not know how to stop
At a will-power that questions its creator about its strength
At a body that homes an identity beyond this world
alien to it
toxicity hovered in lungs
And across skies
blushing clouds
turning them pink
Sunset wasn’t serene
The ocean cradled bodies
on their way to the afterlife
They cried salty tears
Fed up.
Her soil has felt the stomping anger of grieving mothers, fathers, husbands
families
the last words of suffocating victims who never lost hope till
The angels opened the doors of the sky
To welcome new brave souls into the heavens
to lead by example
their white coffins
wed the earth with the skies
they watch over us
Brooms brushed her face
Hands held others
Homes homed
Revolutionists revolted
Nooses were hung
judgment day is knocking
at our hearts
and mind you, we are known
for our hospitality
She cannot cry
She never did
It never suited her
But she sure knows how to roar
how to devour
parasites feeding at her immortality
I wear your ring around my finger
“In sickness and in health
till nothing does us part”
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
A symphony for Baghdad:
Words in crimson
On flimsy placards
Held high with anger
Frustration writ
On their ragged features.
The law is hard but it is the law
Says the hypocritical politician
Who bends them all
“Enough is enough”, the people said
Teargas and bullets will not make us sway
Release your bombs and fire your bullets,
Let our blood water this holy ground
Our motherland
But we will not let you stay.
Centuries have passed
Since Sheherezade told her tale
Years have passed since Aladdin’s magic lamp
First touched the minds of the young ones.
Is it a surprise that the young are dead?
Baghdad has fallen
Prey to the hands of those
Who support murdering their brethren and children.
The sun rose and set
The numbers went from thirty to three hundred
And no one cared.
Winners in Baghdad these days are those
Who returns home from the protests
Wearing a necklace of half a metal heart for a pendant
Knowing the other half was lost to the bullets.
They share stories of passion and fury
To hide the void within
Their hope, their faith, lost.
Their sacrifices in vain.
The protests grow old
With news, numbers and names of the players
Of this sick, faux patriotic game.
Lebanon:
The Chaos has affected them far too long
They now out there looking for peace and hope to now spread out more
Havoc almost birthed, they circle and stop the creation
Letting the higher-ups know
Who brings the forth the negatives and hurt
Food and shelter provided
Streets cleaned and maintained for use by all
Wish the world could learn how to function together like this
Imagine a world where
Little children are smiling, greeting other children from different countries and cultures
Living and playing together without a worry in the world
Men and women living in harmony and happiness
Peace an actuality in the world
But that’s only in your head
In reality
Little children are bombed and interrupted by death
Men rather **** the women and **** or shoot down the men that don’t agree with or are against them
Peace is being held on a leash by Chaos
That’s happening in front of your eyes
And right now, you’re probably just gonna read it, like it and move on, but nope.
I see people sharing
More is needed to be done
As I said, I and my friends are bringing the tools
All you have to do is use them properly
If you really want to see peace, you’ll know what to do
I know what I’m doing
Perspective I gained
And now I’m making sure it happens.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
My name is intangible, its recited or sung, a verse from old folk poetry or the beautiful Quran. I’m remembered when a Zajjalin sings, words of poetry, rhythms and feelings. I'm the makeup of things whether suppressive or freeing and the concrete emotions that a poet leaves ringing.
My name is the voices of change in Lebanon’s civil war. A wounded country where the people is its soul. I was the hope and granddaughter my grandfather wished to call. I carry the name proudly waiting for Lebanon’s sun to return home.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
Lebanon,
Never forget
You'll always be my
Valentine
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 3:19 AM UTC
It's like I summon the universe now
we talk at night
meet for coffee
and sometimes
he surprises me
when I think he doesn't listen
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
Darling,
Scream
Burn
Roar
Stomp
Re-ignite the Revolution in my belly
my butterflies are hungry
starving for you
Scream
Burn
Roar
Stomp
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC
Her.
“Good Morning gorgeous”
echoes down the hall
her voice altered
into a decibel
that she created
a clear tone only meant
to the one who knows
I have looked at her for 27 years
and counting, I witnessed growth
naturally aligned with her stars
never gone astray
with a mind for a compass
a heart to balance and a body to embrace
those who need
Her strength bewitched me
from mishaps to miracles
her legs never failed her
from tree climbing to moving houses
from cartwheels to driving in foggy weather
Her courage moved me
from enduring unfairness
to teaching about fairness
her rationale calmed me
and it was when she carried her baby
that I felt mother nature adopt her into motherhood
blessing her with power unknown to man
with endurance with love, with intensified
fountains of love, waterfalling everyday
every night into her baby’s heart
filling her with a glow only she knows how to grow
I saw her in a different light
with her own world between her arms
marveling at the strength that body has
to carry and nourish
She has become a mother
even though from time to time
I still steal a glance at the sister I knew
but I, now, am the proud sister of a mother.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC
Can my muses
be revolting with my sisters
while my pencil carves
its sorrows
on papers
wet with tears?
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC