Showing posts with label Repetition Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Repetition Poetry. Show all posts

November 13, 2015

The Art of Weeping - #OLN



Let's draw around us
a world that's so brat
and unbelievably sad
as it would clear the sky
for our only dance.

Our sadness and sorrow
will let our love grow
Over the limits of the Chandelier

When we collaps, we will enter 
a deep silence in the heart 
Where we will improvise tears 

Improvisations in thousand ways
The more weeping episodes we have
The more we will increas our
love's glance through the Chandelier

We will ask the waiter
To fill the cups of wailing
We will cry and tear.

If the wail takes long
It will be the finest flow
better than the Giggles of fools.

Weep out with me  
The tragedy of life 
From the depth of my heart

Let the sad tune
be our new ideology
Let us cry without interruption

© 2010 

An old poem shared with dVerse poets #OLN

September 25, 2015

Wipe, bring back - For refugees




It's a helpeless round
How I start to write, then wipe all out
My words wouldn't do anything.
I will not wipe tears
bring back the dead 
nor will remove hurts.
I will not even feed a hungry 
will not bring a child back to his mommy

It's a hopeless situation
To know that you're not the master of your home
To follow others like I do on Instagram
Only here I wish I could press "like"

So, I'm sad 
As the demolished homes
As the scattered souls of parents
Sad for being a friend, and not being able to help
Sad for every brother and sister separated
and for that old man not being able to die in peace 







For refugees around the world. 
For Syria, my extremely helplessness

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February 01, 2015

The Hobo that Observes


Some of us grow up as lions
Some of us grow up as lions
Others grow up as lion-tamers
Others grow up as lion-tamers
It's hard to believe in innocence 
Anymore now where we all exist.

A hobo once went on a tour
A hobo once went on a tour
He wandered and wandered 
He wandered and wandered
Until he realized that people
live in cages like lions.

The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding
The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding 
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
That would threaten and forbid
Just to be clapped at.

Cheering audience finely approves 
Cheering audience finely approves
while the lion watches calmly
while the lion watches calmly
Only a hobo that observes
would know what the lion's thinking.



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