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Dec 2020 · 414
Dead people’s voice
Sarah Dec 2020
Once, the story goes
A few decades or so ago
In a land of silence
A few people gathered to roar
Pity,
All they wanted was to make a sound
To read a poem, and sing aloud
Once, the story goes
A few decades or so ago
Silence was pierced for a brief moment
And scarlet red stained the ground.
Sometimes the price of objection is death.

To all those who lost their lives trying to object, may their souls rest in peace.
Feb 2020 · 931
The price of liberty
Sarah Feb 2020
Liberty liberty
We chant
Peaceful peaceful
Our voices rise
Seeking a dream
Seeking a homeland
....
Blood blood
Is all I wipe
Eyes wide open
But they see no light
Chasing a dream
Chasing a homeland
....
Tears tears
Sobs and cries
Gone forever
My beautiful man
there is no dream
There is no homeland
This is simply the story of our demonstrations. We protest peacefully, we get killed, we weep the ones who died, and protest peacefully the very next day.

As I mourn the strangers, I can’t even imagine the pain their loved ones are feeling.
Jan 2020 · 157
How I wish!
Sarah Jan 2020
oh how I wish, how I wish!
To turn back in time, twelve years ago
To meet me, a beautiful ten years old
With mother holding out two shirts
One is green, the other blue
Oh how I wish, how I wish!
To have to make that difficult choice
oh how I wish, how I wish!
For my choice to be as simple as colorful shirts
Yet here I am, at twenty two
With choices that have become much worse
One will make me despise myself
The other will cost me a year,
Either one will bring no benefit
Cause none is blue, none is green.
I always hated the phrase “I have no choice” because 99% of the time there is a choice, but it’s extremely hard.
Now God has put me in that place, with two horrible choices to choose from.
Oh how I wish!
Jan 2020 · 172
The wave
Sarah Jan 2020
The wave looked small from a distance
But they stood beside us with their large ships
“We’ll fight” they said
“Together” they said
Then when it came with all its glory
There was no one left but us
Fighting the water with our small rickety boat.
I always thought that standing against the current was easy, it’s not. The wave is big and loud and hard.
And I don’t know if it’ll take me down with it or not.
Jan 2020 · 69
Trapped
Sarah Jan 2020
How still the body may sit
When all the soul wants is escape.
Jan 2020 · 113
The phoenix
Sarah Jan 2020
They set fire to my country
And watched as it burned down
Forgetting that it was a phoenix
And the phoenix rises from its ash
Jan 2020 · 182
Fear
Sarah Jan 2020
A moment
Fear struck, along with adrenaline
I hardly recall the steps I took
The words I spoke
The frantic way I looked,
But once the adrenaline faded away
Fear was left alone,
And it started devouring my soul
Jan 2020 · 234
I'm right
Sarah Jan 2020
"I'm right." says he
Says her, you, my friend and me
"right" stares from afar.
I feel lost amid all the chaos and confusion.
Everyone has an opinion, every opinion seems right in its own way, it also seems wrong.
Dec 2019 · 188
Stronger
Sarah Dec 2019
Every dawn is a new beginning
Tears are wiped
Blood is washed away
The belongings of the fallen are gathered
Another addition to the martyr’s exhibition
Another name written on the wall
Another poster  and another beautiful face to mourn
Some jokes amid the grief
And the night comes again
Were candle light mixes with bullets sounds
another ten or so falls
Yet dawn comes again
And we rise
Stronger.
Some nights are peaceful, others are not so peaceful,
Last Friday night they attacked the protest squares with bullets, knifes, daggers, tear gas bombs, and every other kind of weapons.
We mourned our martyrs, then proceeded to fill the streets

They can ****, kidnap, torture, threaten, but they can’t stop us.
Nov 2019 · 253
The curse of gender
Sarah Nov 2019
I wish I could fight
Hide behind the barricades and inhale the burning tear gas
I wish I could join you guys
Against a government that cares not whether we lived or died
I wish I could die
Although I so very much love this life
Maybe,
Perhaps then I could save a young boy’s life
People are dying daily in Iraq due to recent protests. Young boys are falling in the front lines while I, like most of the girls, have to stay at home and pray.
My heart is burning with anger and sadness, and every inch of my body longs to be out there with them, but I can not.
Please pray for us, pray for peace.
Nov 2019 · 141
A shout in the void
Sarah Nov 2019
He could have been,
A better surgeon than I’ll ever be
A better poet
He might’ve even achieved his dream
Yet he died
At nineteen!
This isn’t poetry, but rather a loud scream against the international ignorance regarding the massacres happening in Iraq.

Today there has been a bloodbath in one of the provinces in Iraq, military forces opened fire on the unarmed peaceful protestors. More than 40 were killed and hundreds injured.
Nov 2019 · 1.3k
Iraq
Sarah Nov 2019
Everything was so horrible
That words stood beside me and gaped
At a life so cruel.
We held our flags while they held their guns
We approached them with roses yet they stained us with our own blood

More than 320 were killed, more than 12,000 were injured, hundreds were arrested and abducted, still we’re fighting.

Look for pictures, my friends. And you’ll see why words can no longer suffice in describing the tragedy happening in my country.
Nov 2019 · 156
Child
Sarah Nov 2019
A boy of sixteen
Head split open, scattered brain
A lonely school bag
the video of the said child is too graphic to be seen.
He was a child, a mere child dreaming of a better future!

A sixteen years old boy was murdered in Iraq on 3rd of Nov, 2019, during the series of uprising against corruption. The number of martyrs is estimated to be around 300, with thousands injured.
Oct 2019 · 764
Sinful
Sarah Oct 2019
One day
When God will resurrect the sleeping souls
I will search for you beneath the silver moon
And we’ll walk forward, hand in hand
To pay the price of our sin.
If it is love, then it’s not a sin.
Oct 2019 · 195
A hole in his face
Sarah Oct 2019
He once had an eye
That sought beauty in stars and trees
He once had a nose
That smelled aromas of his mother’s delicious meals
He once had lips
That kissed his beloved behind an old, dark street
He once had a pretty face
Beaming at the world
Yet they recognized his corpse
From his heart shaped tattoo.
Yesterday there was a series of protests in Iraq against corruption, 42 died and more than two thousands were injured, the pictures and videos of the victims are much worse than this poem.
So much blood was shed. Pray for us.

P.s I apologize for sharing those disturbing news on this site, but those who died were people with hopes and dreams and stories, they were more than numbers, they were important and they died for a dream of a better life.
Oct 2019 · 247
Our lost selves
Sarah Oct 2019
Who was he?
Sitting on a cliff overlooking the vast sea
A stranger,
The shadow of a man who once belonged to me.
...
Who was I ?
The girl staring from afar
A coward,
The shadow of a girl who once touched the stars.
...
Who were we?
Two lost souls drowning in a sea of our agony
Lovers,
Memories of stolen kisses in darkened streets.
This poem is mainly metaphors, of how life can change us into people we never thought we’d be.
Jul 2019 · 20.2k
Depression
Sarah Jul 2019
Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry
First attempt in Haiku,
I wrote it a couple months ago during the final exams.
Jun 2019 · 92
Imagination
Sarah Jun 2019
Little girl
Dreaming of a land
Far away
Where the world ends
Or it could be high, atop the clouds
So big,
or it could be small
Hidden in the mountains, behind a waterfall
Tiny, beneath the petals of the rose
The red round umbrella of a mushroom
Where She’d meet a fairy
A gentle ladybug, and a frog so scary
She’d eat the nectar and drink the dew
So plain a life
A dream to hush the cries of the war.
Jun 2019 · 1.7k
The prostitute
Sarah Jun 2019
Bare
For him to see
For him to touch and feel
Soft skin under his coarse finger tips
Stifled tears, and a lantern is lit
‘You owe him a laugh’ they said
‘A kiss and a dance in this pleasure night
For he had paid your price’
My price
three golden coins in the pocket of a man
Who kidnapped me when I was a mere child of nine
Who brought me to a house to be beaten and torn
then learn to obey,
I did, for I no longer had a soul
Bare
For him to see
For him to touch and feel
In this nights, and the many nights to be
A stranger with golden coins, A smiling girl with a heart that weeps.
I always sympathize with prostitutes, no one knows what they had been through and how they ended up where they are, yet society judges them.
One never knows the choices he would have made, had he been in their shoes.
Jun 2019 · 187
Dare I dream?
Sarah Jun 2019
Dare I dream?
Of a far away shore
Golden sand hugging The crystal waves
Mermaids sitting on emerald stones

Dare I dream?
Of a far away land
A castle built with golden bricks
Its high tower kissing the clouds

Dare I dream?
Of a far away heart
That one day shall wander close
And fall in love with mine.
Jun 2019 · 742
A girl’s dream
Sarah Jun 2019
Long hair, gleaming eyes
A girl playing in the roads
Free as a bird, as the flying wind
Alas, the girl has grown
She is no longer free
A woman now, at the age of thirteen
Obey your father
Obey your husband
Obey your future child to be
Long hair, gleaming eyes
A girl dancing in her room
Dreaming of a road, of a flying bird
Of a free girl she wishes to become
I dream
Of a day where I’m completely free
Apr 2019 · 2.6k
Silent screams
Sarah Apr 2019
I scream
But a world of deaf can not hear
A wail so loud piercing the night
Excruciating pain tearing at my heart
But a world of deaf can not hear
I bleed
But a world of blinds can not see
Crimson red, staining the bedsheets
Blood spattered across the streets
But a world of blinds can not see
I suffer
I’m battered and withered
But they choose not to see
They choose not to hear
My bleeding agony and silent screams
My bruised body and burning tears
I’m hurting
But a heartless world can not feel.
It’s for all those who are suffering, and the world choose to ignore them.
Apr 2019 · 334
A field called life
Sarah Apr 2019
A child
Walking among life
A mere green field without designated paths
But a child has to grow
And the colorful paths began to take form
Red, yellow or blue?
What are you
A christian, muslim or jew?
I choose the green field
The child within me wants to roam free
With those who were abandoned by their paths
Together, we’ll walk barefoot on the grass
And live
And love
In a life bigger than roads and rules
Where children play with a rainbow colored rose
Unafraid, unchained,
For God is love
For a long time I searched for a title to identify myself with, but I couldn’t fit in any of them, what am I then? Till I decided that I don’t need a title, Titles are for people to address me and put me in an appropriate Group, I don’t need a group, God knows me, and that should be enough. :))
Apr 2019 · 530
A leaf
Sarah Apr 2019
Just a leaf
Remembering a time when it was a mere seed
Then it grew
Ventured through stem and roots
Up through entagled vines
Up till it could see the vast sky
A journey
Like yours and mine
In the roads of life, so entwined
In memories from soil to light
Then it fallls
And our journey comes to a halt
As the roads become no more
Back into the soil we return
next to a new seed ready to bloom
Apr 2019 · 693
Sky bound eyes
Sarah Apr 2019
Her eyes were sky bound
Searching
For that specific shade of blue
For that shimmering silver hue
Reflecting of the lonely moon
Seaching
For that falling star
A celestial sign
To make a wish with tightly shut eyes
Searching
For a cotton shaped cloud
To play the childish game
Of turning it to images of rabbits and hounds
For shades of pink and peach
When the sun rises and when it goes to sleep
For God's smile
Among all that beauty
Her eyes were sky bound
When others lowered their eyes
For what beauty holds the soil
That is not held by the sky?
When I walk home from college, I just gaze up and admire the beauty of the sky, especially when the sky is deep blue with snow white clouds scattered, almost unrealistic, like a cartoon. The sky is truely marvelous
Apr 2019 · 353
A rainy wedding day
Sarah Apr 2019
A rainy wedding day
Music so loud
Beautiful bride dressed in white
And I, a mere child
Playing in the mud
Staining my new shiny tux
Among the children
Among dances and laughs
Colorful clothes and happy faces
Cars with ribbons all around
What wouldn’t I give
To return
To a rainy wedding day fifty years ago
To hug my parents who’s long been gone
And be a child with a mud stained shoe
To return, only for a day
To the place I once called home
And now is no more.
Story: my mother's uncle returned to visit us after nearly 40 years of being abroad, he left at 18 years old to escape the former regimen, and all he had with him were his memories, so little of them, one of which was someone's wedding were it was raining and he and other children, including my father at the time, played in the mud.
It's strange how the simple things we do could become one of our greatest memories.
Mar 2019 · 529
Beautiful souls
Sarah Mar 2019
Some souls are tethered loosely,
At the slightest breeze their rope becomes undone
And up they soar.
To all the wonderful people whose time on earth was short.
Mar 2019 · 4.2k
A heartbeat
Sarah Mar 2019
A beat
It took no longer than a heart beat
Then all the memories were gone
But I could still recall
That it was a moment
A moment in which I knew
A moment in which I was whole
Was it a dream?
Was it a parallel universe God wanted me to see?
And the person I was in it, was that really me?
Inspired by the novel "the ocean at the end of the lane" by Neil Gaiman

I’d love to hear your thoughts about this one :)
Mar 2019 · 829
Tragedy
Sarah Mar 2019
Little boy
Who do you weep?
A father?
A mother?
A sister drowned in a river so deep
Little boy
Why do you weep?
the colorful holdiay has turned bleak
Happy children drowned
Corpses drifted along the stream
Dawn begun with joy
And the sun sat with grief
Little boy
Don't hide your tears
For the life you knew is gone for good
The pain, once so foriegn, is now close
Life, once smiling, has frowned
Family, oh how loving, has drowned
Little boy
Let me sit beside you and weep
A tragedy that dimmed the joy of Eid
The souls who flew toward the sky
Along with the smoke of festival's fire
Lit on mountain tops, so high.
On 21/March/2019, a holiday in Iraq, a ferry flipped over on the tigris river in northen Iraq, and nearly 100 people drowned, with over a 100 still missing, most of them are women and children, may their souls rest in peace.
In the busyness of your day, remember them in a prayer
Feb 2019 · 449
A song
Sarah Feb 2019
I go around writing songs
Of love, hate, and fear
Humans' heart and childern's dreams
Lost among melodies and notes
Until you came
And put me in your song
Feb 2019 · 282
Gambling with my life
Sarah Feb 2019
I envy those who know what they want
Or those who don't, but have multiple shots
But here I am
With no desire, with no chances
Holding on to the dice with trembling hands
Gambling with my life.
Jan 2019 · 279
Words
Sarah Jan 2019
Don't be greedy
You hasty girl
The words will come
It is your duty to wait for them
For they have chosen you
Jan 2019 · 332
A sin? Or love
Sarah Jan 2019
What is a sin?
A bare skin?
A lover and a room candle lit?
Forbidden touches and a gentle kiss
What is my sin?
You,
And for you
I'd forsake my chastity
My virtue
For an embrace
My bare chest for your hands to trace
To kiss
Forbidden kisses
They made passion an obscenity
And love a taboo
They made me a sinner
And my beautiful sin
Is you ...
This is my first time writing something like this, so I'd love your honest opinions, like brutally honest, thank you :))
Dec 2018 · 4.4k
A dance
Sarah Dec 2018
I crave a dance
Not a hug,
Not a kiss or a delicate touch
But a dance
A red dress and a gentleman to take my hand
On a shinning dancefloor
On a trip outside the dimensions of this world
Where flying needs no wings
Where music feels like the gentle wind
I'd swirl and swirl
With my red dress flowing like the petals of a rose
Carried by the swift breeze
Till it come back
To you
I never danced with a man, ever
Oct 2018 · 507
Creatures
Sarah Oct 2018
"All those sweet creatures, why they have to die?" she wondered
"They are not sweet" they said
"But ..
But they are creatures".
Oct 2018 · 666
Lost
Sarah Oct 2018
In a land  made of coal
And air filled with black smoke
Where the rivers so poluted
That no creature could live
And people filled with hatred
Till humanity no longer exist
Until one day
A star fell from the sky
Bringing down a heavenly spark
Then
in the mud grew a rose
And a single heart shined with hope
The wind brought breaths of fresh air
And the darkened night finally reached thier down
And that was more than enough
To restore the land to what it really was
Springs and rivers
Animals and fields
Lilac and lillies
Butterflies and deers
human sharing laughter and hearts
Forgetting thier disturbed times of the past
And I stand and stair
To the beauty of that image
With a wide smile
And question deep inside
Asking
 Will my heart ever bloom
Like the land in my dreams ?
Oct 2018 · 362
Different kind of love
Sarah Oct 2018
His love
Didn't feel crazy
Like butterflies and birds fluttering in my stomach
But rather tranquil
Like a blooming rose
Sep 2018 · 1.3k
They
Sarah Sep 2018
They
They all deserve to die
To suffer as much as a brother who died
As much as a mother who was burned alive
As much as the nations they turned to ash
They
But they who?
The children of ancestors who's long been gone
Innocents beheaded for the crimes of the old
Lives sacrificed to vengece a crime occured decades ago
They
They who?
A question that people hardly try to look up an answer to
For it's answer too has been lost
In the graves of those who commited the wrongs
Yet
"they" remain
Yet the pain remains
So does anger, so does vengence
As bright as a burning flame
People aren't defined by the crimes of their governments, or else, we'll all be criminals now.
Sep 2018 · 3.7k
Nameless stranger
Sarah Sep 2018
Nameless stranger
Come and be my friend
Let us explore this life together
Let us enjoy it before it ends
Read me your so many books
And I shall read you mine
To explore worlds beyond our reach
Worlds made up by authors minds'
Let us learn about ourselves
Let us learn about the world
A world so divine
Yet somehow brutal and cold
Nameless stranger
Come and take my hand
Tell me all your little secrets
And I shall tell you mine
Show me what are you hiding behind those fake smiles
And the pains you conceal behind pretentious happy eyes
Tell me how they broke your heart
And laughed out loud at your pains
And I will show you my broken parts
All the dreams that went in vain
Be careful from my sharp edges
I don't want to cause you another scar
Or add a new wound to your still bleeding heart
A nameless stranger
Yet you are no stranger at all
Those who have experienced agony
Can recognize souls as damaged as their own.
I wrote this based on an actual stranger I saw a couple of times,
If you notice any mistakes in spelling/grammar do tell me, I'd much appreciate it
Sep 2018 · 1.2k
A feeling
Sarah Sep 2018
It felt beautiful
Like warm sun rays from within.
Sep 2018 · 372
Different
Sarah Sep 2018
She was different
Unique
In every meaning the word "unique" bears
She sought more colors
For all those in the world weren't enough for her
She sought more emotions
More love, more ache
She loved and loved
And lived searching for more
She was a seeker
A seeker for things that could not be found
Like purple eyes or angels' wings
Heavenly pure hearts
And the child beneath the skin of a man
A soul like hers didn't belong
But she adapted
She adapted to a world so pulloted
Without letting it contaminate her
Rebelling misery as water rebels grease
She fought battles hundred times her size
Coming out with scars
Which she wears like beauty marks
She was admirable
One couldn't help but stare at her
Wondering
How could it be
That such strenght and such tenderness can be combined
With a smile that doesn't fade
And a heart that shines
She lived
The way life should be lived
And when the day came and she had to die
The sky mourned her with a falling star
Sep 2018 · 247
if I die today
Sarah Sep 2018
if I die today
You wouldn’t know the decisions I made
Nor would you know my secret desire to change
You’d read the entries that I wrote
But find no meaning in the scripted words
For it resides in my deceased head
So many stories to be edited
And poems yet to be written
So many hugs to give
And kisses that were forbidden
You wouldn’t know the fears I faced
The dreadful night through which I was awake
Or the anger I once held towards the world
A world too blind to notice I was hurt
You wouldn’t know the love I held
For that specific shade of blue sky
And that specific scent with no name
That beautiful love I held for the world
And for myself as well
If I die today
I would die full
Of all what I was unable to give
With my stories and poems
My love and my kisses
And my peculiar thoughts about a more peculiar world
From which I gave to the world so little
But don’t mourn me much
For in that little that I gave
I still reside.
And I hope you will find me
Every time you see that shade of a blue sky
Sep 2018 · 460
It's not forbidden
Sarah Sep 2018
They say music is forbidden
How dare they?
Didn't they know that life has its own music for those who listen,
The wind that brushed against the trees
The raindrops washing over the fields
The beautiful waves the hugs the shore
A child's laugh, and a loved one's voice
Imagine a world filled with silent
No melodies, no sounds
Only quiet
I see it gray, not even black or white
Without music, or colors so bright
God gave us gifts, he gave so many
Like love, music, and days that are sunny
So don't shut your mind and say it's forbidden
Open your heart, and just….. Listen!
some extremist say music is forbidden, I wrote this long time ago as a response to them,
I love this one because it was maybe the second or third one I wrote, and it took me exactly half an hour to write,
Sep 2018 · 3.2k
My Little boy
Sarah Sep 2018
My sweet boy
I recall your first step
First word
Your Smiles and cries
The excitement in which you viewed a fly
Such a precious little thing you were
And now you're dead
Laid on a pavement, shot in the head
Eyes wide open, staring at the sky
Perhaps for one last time, you're searching for that fly.
Sep 2018 · 505
Only three
Sarah Sep 2018
Black
As coal
As moonless nights
As ebony trees and human hearts
Black is my life

Red
As the burning flames
As a lover's heart
The color of blood covering my hands
Color of ****** and innocent cries
Red is my life

Grey
As the long winter nights
And the ever lasting clouds
As the dull soul amid a crowd
And the ruins of a once beautiful town
Grey is my life
 
My life used to be filled with colors
every shade the eye could see
Then they were stolen one after the other
Until I was left with only three
Sep 2018 · 4.2k
Bigger life
Sarah Sep 2018
This life
It is too simple
Too plain For a person like me
A person who seeks experiences
Someone who chases her dreams
I wonder what it would feel like
To dive in crystal clear water
Or watch a beautiful landscape
To jump from an airplane
And feel the adrenaline rush through my veins
To sing with the crowd at a concert
And dance the night away
To sit by the bonefire
Hearing the sound of the crashing waves
To gaze at the stars in an open field
Or gaze at the northern lights
To get lost in a big city
To experience both safty and fright
To simply live
In a world that is much bigger than the walls of my room
Bigger than my empty passport
Bigger than this simple life I lead
In which I could only experience these things
Through a dream.
Sep 2018 · 464
Ballerina
Sarah Sep 2018
Everytime I see a ballerina
It sparks a sense of yearning within me
Yearning for something that shall never be mine
Dance moves I shall never learn
And I'd feel my heart weep
As it recalls the child who once asked her mother to be a ballerina
And her mother said no
A 'no' that gave me a weeping heart, and a murdered dream.
True story
Sep 2018 · 349
Hopeless
Sarah Sep 2018
Negative energy, negative thoughts
No single hope to be seen
It is not a tunnle, It's a cave that is blocked
Were no light can sneak in
There is no light at the end of the tunnle, only darkness
Aug 2018 · 2.2k
A parallel universe
Sarah Aug 2018
In a parallel universe
A universe of opprtunities and justice
A universes that gives people their rights
People would each follow a path
That truly represents what's in their hearts
Instead of a doctor
I'd be
A ballerina
An architect
An interpreter
A writer
I would be
All the dreams that were stolen from me
In a world so damaged
To fulfill a child's dream
Therefore it destroys the talents
Before it grow beyond its rein
Aug 2018 · 277
Big blue sea
Sarah Aug 2018
We're standing on the opposite shores of a sea made of our differences
And we have no ships to sail across
We lost our love amid that sea
And into its depth
Sank our story and our memories
We were no divers
No swimmers or sailors
We were simple people who were afraid of water
Afraid to leave the safety of the land
And that fear costed us each other
When an earthquack set the land apart
How I wished you could come
Cross a bridge made of love
Plant a kiss on my cheek
And wipe away the farewell tears
But you never did
Nor was I brave enough to do it myself
We should have built a ship
Or overcame our fears and learned to swim
But instead we decided to quit
It is not you to blame
And it is not me
It is just the big blue sea
A sea, and a whole lot of fear.
I was very hesitant about this one so I'd love to hear your opinions
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