"samir" poems - Hello Poetry

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Sep 19, 2012

Sep 19, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC

samir

Luscious

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Dear all of the above, Why do you ridicule me so? Severity, Severity, more than you’d ever know The extent of beauty I see in the world Perplexed by the forbiddance you administered, hurl! Why me? Why someone who has been doing nothing but describing beauty his whole life? Irony Why me? The supreme experimenter The great accursed Anonymous Sad clown Sad clown Why me? A Poet. One specifically who followed in the footsteps of Poe not through choice or influence but because life chose a similar path for me Dear life, Dear nature, Dear conscious, subconscious, unconscious, Dear collective conscience, Dear existence, Dear heavens, Dear spiritual realm, Dear all that is and isn’t, Dear all that can be seen, and cannot… Dear knowledge, Dear intellect, Dear intuition, Dear emotion, Dear regret, Dear regret, Dear regret… ******* CIRCUMSTANCE! CHANGE **** YOU! For the love of everything pure. Please Please Please I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m SO ******* sorry… If I could just go back If I could just… Please... It’s funny how it rhymes Samir… Severe Please no. This isn't real. Please?...

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Dec 10, 2012

Dec 10, 2012 at 10:09 AM UTC

samir

Chapter never look back.

Dear all of the above, Why do you ridicule me so? Severity, Severity, more than you’d ever know The extent of beauty I see in the world Perplexed by the forbiddance you administered, hurl! Why me? Why someone who has been doing nothing but describing beauty his whole life? Irony Why me? The supreme experimenter The great accursed Anonymous Sad clown Sad clown Why me? A Poet. One specifically who followed in the footsteps of Poe not through choice or influence but because life chose a similar path for me Dear life, Dear nature, Dear conscious, subconscious, unconscious, Dear collective conscience, Dear existence, Dear heavens, Dear spiritual realm, Dear all that is and isn’t, Dear all that can be seen, and cannot… Dear knowledge, Dear intellect, Dear intuition, Dear emotion, Dear regret, Dear regret, Dear regret… ******* CIRCUMSTANCE! CHANGE **** YOU! For the love of everything pure. Please Please Please I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m SO ******* sorry… If I could just go back If I could just… Please... It’s funny how it rhymes Samir… Severe Please no. This isn't real. Please?...

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My lungs filled with water in the pouring rain I stared into the black abyss, hands stained The blood of the past, holding this blade That i sank into my heart, I fell apart I felt myself come asunder Under the flashing lights and rolling thunder Strobe Lights flickered, illuminating this long road, quicksand pulling me under Flash floods, wash away my fickle hate, trickling down my tear ridden face Rain on me, cleanse me in your rippling waves Drench me in your grace, as you take me under in your gaze The eye of the storm, a home in this cyclone And drown me, take away my heart of stone Samir Mohammed, Flood

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Nov 8, 2020

Nov 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC

Dinamus

Flood

My lungs filled with water in the pouring rain I stared into the black abyss, hands stained The blood of the past, holding this blade That i sank into my heart, I fell apart I felt myself come asunder Under the flashing lights and rolling thunder Strobe Lights flickered, illuminating this long road, quicksand pulling me under Flash floods, wash away my fickle hate, trickling down my tear ridden face Rain on me, cleanse me in your rippling waves Drench me in your grace, as you take me under in your gaze The eye of the storm, a home in this cyclone And drown me, take away my heart of stone Samir Mohammed, Flood

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A la nuit satine la belle Orion se mire dans l'air frissonnant des sables constellés, et sur les rives lactées où coule le Nil, je me pavane le nez dans les étoiles, suivant des yeux les volutes sorcières d'un havane suave embaumant Misraïm. Qu'ont-ils raconté ces hommes, venant de Mars, lorsqu'ils débarquèrent de leurs vaisseaux, fuyant leur terre moribonde ? Et quel espoir oublié chérissaient-ils que garde en son ventre le sphinx immobile ? Mon vieux Samir reprenons une rasade de ce doux Rhum couleur d'ambre parfumé de santal et laissons sous le sable soupirer ce mystère qui sommeille.

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Feb 16, 2025

Feb 16, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC

laurent-chaineux-schenmetzler

Samir

A la nuit satine la belle Orion se mire dans l'air frissonnant des sables constellés, et sur les rives lactées où coule le Nil, je me pavane le nez dans les étoiles, suivant des yeux les volutes sorcières d'un havane suave embaumant Misraïm. Qu'ont-ils raconté ces hommes, venant de Mars, lorsqu'ils débarquèrent de leurs vaisseaux, fuyant leur terre moribonde ? Et quel espoir oublié chérissaient-ils que garde en son ventre le sphinx immobile ? Mon vieux Samir reprenons une rasade de ce doux Rhum couleur d'ambre parfumé de santal et laissons sous le sable soupirer ce mystère qui sommeille.

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