"mahmoud" poems - Hello Poetry

I gathered the pores of my being And came to perfume them with your own fragrance Only to discover that you are an oleander -- a rosebay While in the memory of unease and apprehension I trace some features that resemble no one but you An image has its own dimensions And, when hopelessness assails me, I have roads That never cease to pull and lead me toward you And while in the nook of anxiety I fancy a preordained timing For events that never materialize The image draws near And I talk to it About the tons of heavy separation That oppress the seasons of my life I have recited you as rain Yet your lightning never came near me Alienation gathered thick Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC

faleeha-hassan

A Talismanic Incantation

I gathered the pores of my being And came to perfume them with your own fragrance Only to discover that you are an oleander -- a rosebay While in the memory of unease and apprehension I trace some features that resemble no one but you An image has its own dimensions And, when hopelessness assails me, I have roads That never cease to pull and lead me toward you And while in the nook of anxiety I fancy a preordained timing For events that never materialize The image draws near And I talk to it About the tons of heavy separation That oppress the seasons of my life I have recited you as rain Yet your lightning never came near me Alienation gathered thick Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud

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By Mahmoud Darwish If I Were a Hunter If a hunter I were I’d give the gazelle a chance, and another, and a third, and a tenth, to doze a little. My share of the ***** would be peace of mind under her dozing head. I have the power to vanquish but that I relinquish, and I become as pure as the water where she comes for a drink. If a hunter I were a fraternity I’d declare with the gazelle: “Don’t be scared of the rifle, wretched sister, it’s a trifle.” And we would listen, safe from harm, to the wolf’s howls in a distant farm.

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC

HoovesOfAPoet

If I were a hunter

By Mahmoud Darwish If I Were a Hunter If a hunter I were I’d give the gazelle a chance, and another, and a third, and a tenth, to doze a little. My share of the ***** would be peace of mind under her dozing head. I have the power to vanquish but that I relinquish, and I become as pure as the water where she comes for a drink. If a hunter I were a fraternity I’d declare with the gazelle: “Don’t be scared of the rifle, wretched sister, it’s a trifle.” And we would listen, safe from harm, to the wolf’s howls in a distant farm.

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Do we really know the ways of this world? The current world we are living in? The world where money is everything? The world that is full of hatred? The world that is full of racism? The world that is full of corruption? The world that is encircled with negativity? The world where the poor feed the rich? The world in which dignity has taken a back seat? The world in which the rich are given the upper priority? The world where terrorism makes people live with fear? The world where your own family members could try to finish you? The world where power is mandatory? The world in which **** is now a common thing? The world in which trust does not exist? The world in which crimes are increasing profusely? The world in which some people are living in poverty while others waste billions of dollars? The world in which your own shadow could betray you? How do we stay positive in such circumstances? MOZA MAHMOUD

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC

moza-mahmoud

The World

Do we really know the ways of this world? The current world we are living in? The world where money is everything? The world that is full of hatred? The world that is full of racism? The world that is full of corruption? The world that is encircled with negativity? The world where the poor feed the rich? The world in which dignity has taken a back seat? The world in which the rich are given the upper priority? The world where terrorism makes people live with fear? The world where your own family members could try to finish you? The world where power is mandatory? The world in which **** is now a common thing? The world in which trust does not exist? The world in which crimes are increasing profusely? The world in which some people are living in poverty while others waste billions of dollars? The world in which your own shadow could betray you? How do we stay positive in such circumstances? MOZA MAHMOUD

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Write down! I am an Arab And my identity card number is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth will come after a summer Will you be angry? Write down! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks. I do not supplicate charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? Write down! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country Where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew My father descends from the family of the plow Not from a privileged class And my grandfather was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman's hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfied with my status? I have a name without a title! Write down! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks... So will the State take them As it has been said?! Therefore! Write down on the top of the first page: I do not hate people Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware... Beware... Of my hunger And my anger!

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC

daniel-pierre-mcclenaghan

IDENTITY CARD,” BY MAHMOUD DARWISH (1964)

Write down! I am an Arab And my identity card number is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth will come after a summer Will you be angry? Write down! I am an Arab Employed with fellow workers at a quarry I have eight children I get them bread Garments and books from the rocks. I do not supplicate charity at your doors Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber So will you be angry? Write down! I am an Arab I have a name without a title Patient in a country Where people are enraged My roots Were entrenched before the birth of time And before the opening of the eras Before the pines, and the olive trees And before the grass grew My father descends from the family of the plow Not from a privileged class And my grandfather was a farmer Neither well-bred, nor well-born! Teaches me the pride of the sun Before teaching me how to read And my house is like a watchman's hut Made of branches and cane Are you satisfied with my status? I have a name without a title! Write down! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks... So will the State take them As it has been said?! Therefore! Write down on the top of the first page: I do not hate people Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware... Beware... Of my hunger And my anger!

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What would you feel and what would you do .. What would you say and what would you try to undo .. If today is your last day .. If your words are your last say .. If your life ends tonight .. Imagine this night ! Will you start the earthly delights .. Or you'll just start desperate fights .. between your evil soul and your soul of lights .. Would you think about committing suicide .. Because of the pain you can't hide .. and because of the sorrows you can't slide .. Is that how you want to end your life ? Are you an evil person with no pure soul and no guard .. A guard to save you and care for you .. That person that can make your life the best .. But you will still be that evil person .. Like a broken vase in need of some glue .. Like a tired detective in need of clue .. Because you're about to die today .. You're confused and You're not sure if you want to astray .. But your sane soul could lift up its gaze and whisper to you .. Telling you that God's way is the best avenue you can ever choose .. Are you going to hesitate this time ? Are you going to decline ? No , You can't decline this way .. You have to be righteous still .. And Justice still...Just take a deep breath and Chill .. Close your eyes , Pray to God .. No matter what .. The god is forgiving .. You aren't ready for the moment of truth .. The moment of recalling and faith .. The moment you wish you did better in life .. imagine what they will do .. Will they cry .. Will they have a chance to say at least goodbye .. Will they feel that it's just a lie .. Will they wish you come again .. Will they feel the real pain .. Will they remember everything you did .. Will they feel your soul lying on the bed .. Will your picture stay forever in their head .. Will tears run in their eyes .. Will they stop believing their lies .. Will something change ! No time to try .. No time to regret .. Now there's nothing you get .. Think of how different it would be if today isn’t your last day .. I know it’s too late .. Too late to book a place .. Too late to leave everywhere a trace of your smile and your face .. After all of that .. Imagine if today is not your last day .. What would you say ? It doesn’t matter today or tomorrow .. It doesn’t matter now or later .. Maybe ''today is your last day'' was a lie .. Maybe you still can try .. Maybe you can prepare yourself to never say again '' why ?? Here or there .. Today or tomorrow .. Now or later.. You will die ..

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC

omar-abo-shama

If Today Is Your Last Day . Ft.Yosra Mahmoud

What would you feel and what would you do .. What would you say and what would you try to undo .. If today is your last day .. If your words are your last say .. If your life ends tonight .. Imagine this night ! Will you start the earthly delights .. Or you'll just start desperate fights .. between your evil soul and your soul of lights .. Would you think about committing suicide .. Because of the pain you can't hide .. and because of the sorrows you can't slide .. Is that how you want to end your life ? Are you an evil person with no pure soul and no guard .. A guard to save you and care for you .. That person that can make your life the best .. But you will still be that evil person .. Like a broken vase in need of some glue .. Like a tired detective in need of clue .. Because you're about to die today .. You're confused and You're not sure if you want to astray .. But your sane soul could lift up its gaze and whisper to you .. Telling you that God's way is the best avenue you can ever choose .. Are you going to hesitate this time ? Are you going to decline ? No , You can't decline this way .. You have to be righteous still .. And Justice still...Just take a deep breath and Chill .. Close your eyes , Pray to God .. No matter what .. The god is forgiving .. You aren't ready for the moment of truth .. The moment of recalling and faith .. The moment you wish you did better in life .. imagine what they will do .. Will they cry .. Will they have a chance to say at least goodbye .. Will they feel that it's just a lie .. Will they wish you come again .. Will they feel the real pain .. Will they remember everything you did .. Will they feel your soul lying on the bed .. Will your picture stay forever in their head .. Will tears run in their eyes .. Will they stop believing their lies .. Will something change ! No time to try .. No time to regret .. Now there's nothing you get .. Think of how different it would be if today isn’t your last day .. I know it’s too late .. Too late to book a place .. Too late to leave everywhere a trace of your smile and your face .. After all of that .. Imagine if today is not your last day .. What would you say ? It doesn’t matter today or tomorrow .. It doesn’t matter now or later .. Maybe ''today is your last day'' was a lie .. Maybe you still can try .. Maybe you can prepare yourself to never say again '' why ?? Here or there .. Today or tomorrow .. Now or later.. You will die ..

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Happy as I appear to be, I wish someone could just read through me. And get to know the real me. No one really knows what’s hurting me. I wish they could see through me. I know a heart break was the first thing that popped in your mind, a feeling so unkind. Sadly, it’s not, but a feeling that hurts more than you thought. I m tired of this feeling, with no signs of healing. I’m tired of waking up every day, to bear the same pain, with no one to explain. All this has caused darkness which blanked my mind, leaving me undefined. But what can I do? When I can’t break through? I feel more than broken. I wish I was outspoken. I am afraid I’m no longer the girl I used to be. All the happiness is quickly leaving me. This feeling is killing me slowly, and tears can’t stop falling. Until when will I give a pretentious smile? If only people could just realize the sorrows in my life. I wish I could just speak out the truth. Unluckily it will do more harm than good. MOZA MAHMOUD

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May 24, 2013

May 24, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC

moza-mahmoud

Tired of this feeling

Happy as I appear to be, I wish someone could just read through me. And get to know the real me. No one really knows what’s hurting me. I wish they could see through me. I know a heart break was the first thing that popped in your mind, a feeling so unkind. Sadly, it’s not, but a feeling that hurts more than you thought. I m tired of this feeling, with no signs of healing. I’m tired of waking up every day, to bear the same pain, with no one to explain. All this has caused darkness which blanked my mind, leaving me undefined. But what can I do? When I can’t break through? I feel more than broken. I wish I was outspoken. I am afraid I’m no longer the girl I used to be. All the happiness is quickly leaving me. This feeling is killing me slowly, and tears can’t stop falling. Until when will I give a pretentious smile? If only people could just realize the sorrows in my life. I wish I could just speak out the truth. Unluckily it will do more harm than good. MOZA MAHMOUD

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I'm still at the station waiting Waiting for him to return Still in my bridal attire Waiting to walk down the aisle Still waiting Waiting W...aiting W...aitin W...aiti W...ait W...ai W...a W... W ... Moza Mahmoud

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC

moza-mahmoud

Waiting

I'm still at the station waiting Waiting for him to return Still in my bridal attire Waiting to walk down the aisle Still waiting Waiting W...aiting W...aitin W...aiti W...ait W...ai W...a W... W ... Moza Mahmoud

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I felt as cold as ice when i saw you with her. I did not scream, i did not shout, i did not cry, all i wanted was to die. Without shyness you looked at me, your eyes full of betrayal, like a predator trying to catch its prey. When i was running away from you, you lied to me that you are regretting for losing me. SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU AND GO BACK TO YOU? that is a question without an answer to. MOZA MAHMOUD

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May 24, 2013

May 24, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC

moza-mahmoud

The betrayer

I felt as cold as ice when i saw you with her. I did not scream, i did not shout, i did not cry, all i wanted was to die. Without shyness you looked at me, your eyes full of betrayal, like a predator trying to catch its prey. When i was running away from you, you lied to me that you are regretting for losing me. SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU AND GO BACK TO YOU? that is a question without an answer to. MOZA MAHMOUD

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We are all born With an ******* So you go take a look Up in Mahmoud Ahmadinejad The Pope or Queen Elizabeth's ******* And you will find nothing Exstraordinary up there!

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC

valo-salo

A simple banality but a fact:

We are all born With an ******* So you go take a look Up in Mahmoud Ahmadinejad The Pope or Queen Elizabeth's ******* And you will find nothing Exstraordinary up there!

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Sometimes life could be so difficult that you don't know what you are living for Have you ever thought of running away from yourself just because you can't handle the people and things out there? I wonder why we have to live based on people's judgement when we can live so happily according to our own wishes. Have you ever thought of screaming so loudly That you can feel your breathe slowly leaving you? Evil thoughts running in mind that I wish to disappear from this world right from this moment and be by myself free from the evil world. Have you ever thought of that? Moza Mahmoud.

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Aug 25, 2013

Aug 25, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC

moza-mahmoud

Have you ever thought?

Sometimes life could be so difficult that you don't know what you are living for Have you ever thought of running away from yourself just because you can't handle the people and things out there? I wonder why we have to live based on people's judgement when we can live so happily according to our own wishes. Have you ever thought of screaming so loudly That you can feel your breathe slowly leaving you? Evil thoughts running in mind that I wish to disappear from this world right from this moment and be by myself free from the evil world. Have you ever thought of that? Moza Mahmoud.

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Eyes fall in love but it's the heart that suffers Moza Mahmoud

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC

moza-mahmoud

Love 10w

Eyes fall in love but it's the heart that suffers Moza Mahmoud

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