"lyna" poems
(F)or all the
t(o)ugh times
that (c)alled
for (u)ltimate
(s)trength...
remember
them..
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
She wasn't talking about her hair
When she cut dead ends to grow
One cut two cuts you never stare
She gives bleeding care that you throw
You give her a dark box full of blades
And the blood flows perfect like wine
With pain her heart draws love shades
To hide the anguish crimson line
By time the dark box became a gift
She's ready to collect her new scars
She blooms daily to take your shift
"Give me the box to give you the stars"
∴ Lyna Salman
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
The allure skies began to tremble
Before the horrible Bomb Dome
Beirut weared a wide black mantle
With moaning wounds in each home
As pigeons of peace died at duty
Beirut my ravishing moribund city
Revered for its destroyed beauty
The sky quivered in bustling pity
Ah, August 4 engraved in history
With mushroom clouds of doom
A massacre a monstrous blistery
Staining blood agony in every room
Steeling from many the innocent life
Yet the rest narrowly escaping death
Are actually dead suffering being alive
Are sorrowly alive in a poisoned breath
Victims chewed by the evil fallout
The epitaph can not return any life
Children cowered with a heavy shout
Hearts cringed as stabbed by knife
So many politicians and scientists
Enslaved to produce a conclusion
We do not need to see their tests
Their deterrence and bribed delusion
Anyone who made lives end
Is Satan, a monster, a real devil...
Nations say weapons are to defend
No! They only permeat their evil
∴ Lyna Salman
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
The Universe will not break you
It rubs sweven pain to wake you
For I'm a solivagant in my latibule
Hugging my demons in irenic rule
Humans flash in multi-phosphenes
Supernovas blending into scenes
Fighting until they are consumed
The end is stardust as assumed
Dividing the Ge Earth into stakes
And all is only you that it takes
Strangling their orenda in dismay
Then departing in the Milky Way
∴ Lyna Salman
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 6:23 PM UTC
Drink where the horses drink
Horses know the good spring
Place your bed where cats sleep
Cats roll where serenity is deep
Plant your tree where moles dig
Where it's fertile for your sprig
Dig for water where birds hide
Singing streams you shall find
Woods are home not a place
Caressing our hearts in solace
Through valleys take a stroll
Loose your mind find your soul
Hold the sky hug every creature
Nature remains the best teacher
∴ Lyna Salman
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC