"sherif" poems
She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone
“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume
your bag’s at lost & found”
12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up to contemplate the whys
“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,
could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”
She left her bag back at the station
with a letter she had drawn
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone
“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return
I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”
12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up before the case went dry
“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,
her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”
She left her bag back at the station
where they came ‘cross a syringe
just one of many in a package
tangled in her wallets fringe
“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait
there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”
12 hours after a search had gathered
a blood trail lastly explored
and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded
covered up her corpse
“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,
just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”
She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded
down six feet moving on...
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
i like to share this story from sherina to say ------ is very good story beacase our people in last life was saw girls are bad something in there life but i see girls is the best thing god give us to live our life and see sherina saad is best friend to me case she is so kind
sherif kamal
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The scripture said I had to change.
I promised them that I would stay the same,
I didn't.
A sherif on my own life's road.
Trying to keep myself from routes I've already drove.
Sometimes finding a hand to hold opposite the steering wheel seems like my only hope.
Just trying to find a way to show all the things that I know.
I've been trying to lighten up the load, tighten up control.
These missing things I'm asking for, prayer is like ointment to the sores, I just need to know you.
The Devil uses my success to open doors that I shouldn't go through.
You were the air I breathe you walked away & forced me to choke.
If I set fire to my soul, will you even see the smoke?
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC