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Yemen is a brave Knight
Who ventured where
Few dared to wave
With energy and strength
And with courage in hand
Yemen bold and brave and
Yemen took a bold stand
And inspired Palestinian
Hearts they would save.
3 Million Israelis run
To there bomb Shelter

Palestinians don't have bomb
Shelters.
In a distant land, a city bright,
Where olive trees bathed in golden light.
Fields of oranges, ripe and sweet,
Where children’s laughter filled the streets.

The markets buzzed with joy and song,
With bread and sweets the day stretched long.
And in the air, so soft and near,
The call to prayer, both calm and clear.

A boy named Adil, young and free,
Kicked a ball beside the sea.
His laughter rang through ocean’s roar,
His joy, untouched, his spirit pure.

The sky, once bright, shattered apart,
A deafening BOOM that shook the tide.
The earth exploded, a deafening roar,
Shaking the heavens, tearing the floor.

Adil, still laughing, thought it was a game,
Chasing his cousin, calling his name.
But with each step, the world shook more,
And childhood crumbled to the floor.

His cousin’s grip was all he knew,
They ran, though neither understood.
“What game is this?” young Adil cried,
As they fled with nowhere to hide.

They ran through streets of bloodied cries,
Each corner echoing with broken skies.
Adil, with innocence in his chest,
Held his cousin’s hand, still thinking this was a test.

Where once stood a shop full of sweets,
Now rubble, fire, and twisted streets.
The joy he knew had turned to dust,
The city crumbled—lost to rust.

Still, Adil ran, his mind confused,
This had to be a game, he mused.
“Mama,” he whispered, wild with dread,
But this was not a game he had been led.

Through empty streets, they ran in vain,
Until cold metal came like rain.
A machine, massive, towering high,
Once seen in movies—now his sky.

Adil stood, still thinking it’s a race,
The terror too real, too much to face.
“Is this the game?” he thought in fear,
But the nightmare pressed far too near.
This poem reflects the innocence of childhood, and how quickly that innocence can be shattered by the horrors of war. It was inspired by the ongoing conflict in Gaza and the devastating impact on children caught in the crossfire. I wanted to show the heartbreaking reality that innocent souls, full of hope and joy, are forced to endure such unimaginable pain
diamond star Jan 15
In twilight's glow, she sat alone,
Her heart, an orchard where no seeds were sown.
A solace, once her haven, pure and bright,
Faded to shadows, devoured by the night.

Her cherished star, her anchor in the tide,
Drifted afar, like a moon's fleeting guide.
The bond they shared dissolved like whispered prayer,
Leaving her soul to wander, cold and bare.
diamond star Jan 14
Why does this torment return once more,
A love unreturned, a wound I bore?
I fall once more into your jade-green eyes,
Twin gleaming worlds where my spirit flies.

They shimmer like dew in the dawn’s embrace,
A haunting glow, a celestial grace.
It pins me down with relentless chain,
A guard let down brings back the pain.

My mind, so swift to weave its snare,
Fills the void with love’s despair.
Caught in a cycle, I cannot depart,
Unrequited, it breaks the heart.
diamond star Dec 2024
Her eyes, like pools of jade so deep,  
A sirens call, both soft and deep.
They pierce the soul with gentle flame,
And stir the heart to wild acclaim.

A murmur floats upon the breeze,
The rustling hymn of shadowed trees.
Yet in her gaze, the tides arise,
Of love, of loss, of fleeting skies.

A sign within the hearts of all,
Her gaze, a promise sure to fall.
Luring them into an abyss of hope,
Where yearning blooms, yet none may cope.

Her eyes- a beacon, pale and bright,
That guides them deeper into night.
A love they chase, yet cannot claim.
A dream that flickers, still the same.
First poem let me know what you think

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