A Beautiful Queen… A Wonderful Poem! ! !
The wind says gossips and the mountain is still green…
The Evil is reincarnating in the body of a serpent…
It will never touch the wings of the eagle…
Love is so beautiful, hate had never been…
Good poetry is the mirror…
My poem is the queen! ! !
Wael Karameh
August 27,2009
poem by Wael Karameh
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A
A +
A plus is not my blood group
Not the grade of my university graduation…
A plus is my fate, my logo, my name…
A very simple result of my calculation…
A stands for my heart Adoring you…
Plus means it is getting bigger and bigger everyday…
A + is my most meaningful abbreviation! ! !
A+. Wael Karameh.(Like Dr. Wael Karameh)
April 10,2009.
poem by Wael Karameh
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An Education Of Love
Under the Patronage of
The Lebanese Embassy &
Abu Dhabi Authority for Culture &Heritage
You Are Cordially Invited
To attend
A Poetry Book Signing Ceremony
By Dr. Wael Karameh
Entitled The Education of Love
(In Arabic Language)
Location: The Cultural Foundation,
Bin Majed Hall,
Abu Dhabi.
Date &Time: Wednesday March 4,2009,19: 30
To all Interested, Please Join Us There
poem by Wael Karameh
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A Baby Carrot! ! !
Your word to me in my funeral
When my heart was lying nude…
Is just a Baby carrot you are throwing to me …
Leave and don’t tell who is “He”…
I know him…
A lucky man who had just stole my dream
An ocean of “love” in parallel to my heart steam…
An intelligent liar…
Who knows how to present his illusions
Covered by a mountain of tasty cream…
Your word to me in my funeral
Is just like an ugly scream…
From the mouth of an old parrot…
Just go… we cannot be friends again! ! !
Wael Karameh.
October 3,2009.
poem by Wael Karameh
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A Happy Resurrection Day
Valentine's Day...
Is only one day...
But love is a celebration...
Through our life all the way! ! !
Wish you Happy Valentine
With every single sunshine...
Your heart became my nation...
Holistic more than the pray! ! !
Love is not just a feeling
It’s the most powerful healing...
How come such a relation...
Resurrects us from the clay! ! !
Wael Karameh
Feb 14,2010.
poem by Wael Karameh
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The City Without You...
The City without You …
Is a skeleton buried in the desert of time…
No songs, No lights
No people enjoying the nights…
No sea caressing the hair of the shore
No birds dancing in the air like before…
The palm trees are crying
Their sweetie dates are dying…
The City without You … is so ugly
Like a scene of a crime…
The City without You …
Is full of strangers, of ghosts, is not mine …
The Central park is empty
No flowers, No Grass, No water falls
No kids playing with the balls…
No couple walking together
No lover searching for another…
Abu Dhabi without you is really a sick city
Without you will never shine…
Wael Karameh
July 18,2008
poem by Wael Karameh
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Pretty Laday -wael Moreicheh
PRETTY LADY i can feel by her from hundred ten mile
She love me and i love her brown eyes
She love me and like ode in the morning from August any time of love
fall down by SHOCK TROOPS ' SYRIAN SAVAGE PEOPLE '
Not for long time after now.
Also I NEED LIFE WITH POETRY IN ALL LANGUAGES
LIKE SEVEN AGANIST HELEN AND PARIS
WAEL MOREICHEH
POET
14TH SEPTEMBER 2010
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Another Side of Myself
I hate the girl in the mirror,
she wont ever be good enough,
Shes been crying, her makeup is in smears.
Her cry can be herd from so far away,
But nobody can come if they are frozen,
Or thats what they say.
I hate the girl in the mirror,
Her eyes show too much regret.
Her lifes been too hard to forget.
I hate the girl in the mirror,
as funny as it seems
she moves at the same time i do.
I hate the girl in the mirror
i cant explain how, i cant explain why.
Even if i could i dont know if id try.
I hate the girl in the mirror
Shes too fat,
Her boobs they are too flat.
I hate the girl in the mirror
She waits for me
I wish you could see.
The girl in the mirror,
Looks so real, when i touch her hand
I realized i just touched mine.
poem by Madeson Snyder
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It Will Touch Your Heart!
Muse, infuse!
This poem is for you when you read it;
Because, i love you.
This poem is very special and,
It has the ingredients of love than hate;
So, take hate out of you and,
Bring in the light of love! !
This poem is for you because,
I love you;
And, this poem is here to guide you.
It will touch your heart!
Because, it is from my heart;
This poem is the poem of love,
Without hatred that leads to war! !
This poem is all that i have for you because,
I love you.
Smile and, let me see you laughing with the muse of love;
Becuase, i am here to share my love with you.
This poem has the spices of love and the aroma of romance waiting for you!
Because, it is from my heart.
This poem will touch you when you read it;
Because, i specially wrote it for you.
Muse, infuse!
With the joy of your heart;
Because, this is the true love that i share with you;
And, this poem will touch your heart because,
I love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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iHateYou
I hate you, i hate you. I want you to die.
I hate you, i hate you. You make me cry.
I hate you, i hate you. You say you dont care.
I hate you, i hate you. It just isnt fair.
I hate you, i hate you. The tears will not stop.
I hate you, i hate you. One day i will pop!
I hate you, i hate you. It soon will be clear, i will learn and love not to live in fear. When your not always on my back, waiting for that day when everyone wears black. I hate you.
poem by Poem Queen x3 Meh
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Sumter In Ruins
I.
Ye batter down the lion's den,
But yet the lordly beast g'oes free;
And ye shall hear his roar again,
From mountain height, from lowland glen,
From sandy shore and reedy fen--
Where'er a band of freeborn men
Rears sacred shrines to liberty.
II.
The serpent scales the eagle's nest,
And yet the royal bird, in air,
Triumphant wins the mountain's crest,
And sworn for strife, yet takes his rest,
And plumes, to calm, his ruffled breast,
Till, like a storm-bolt from the west,
He strikes the invader in his lair.
III.
What's loss of den, or nest, or home,
If, like the lion, free to go;--
If, like the eagle, wing'd to roam,
We span the rock and breast the foam,
Still watchful for the hour of doom,
When, with the knell of thunder-boom,
We bound upon the serpent foe!
IV.
Oh! noble sons of lion heart!
Oh! gallant hearts of eagle wing!
What though your batter'd bulwarks part,
Your nest be spoiled by reptile art--
Your souls, on wings of hate, shall start
For vengeance, and with lightning-dart,
Rend the foul serpent ere he sting!
V.
Your battered den, your shattered nest,
Was but the lion's crouching-place;--
It heard his roar, and bore his crest,
His, or the eagle's place of rest;--
But not the soul in either breast!
This arms the twain, by freedom bless'd,
To save and to avenge their race!
poem by William Gilmore Simms
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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The Fragments Of My Poetry
The fragments of my poetry
Mirror the tempests green
The billows black and frothing
In my breast.
The fragments of my poetry
Are chromosomes littered randomly
But from them the body of poetry
Can rise.
The fragments of my poetry
Are like the broken mirror:
That I broke silently -
My heart is broken.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Evil Too Have Poetry
The Evil too have Poetry/
They chant slogans of Hate/
They curse and call to Kill/
They celebrate and sing at the sight of dead children/
They in a frenzy collectively cry out their dreams of future conquest/ The Evil too have Poetry/
They sing of Blood and dance to the Death of others/
They shoot in the air and chant to kill more/
They hate and they hate and they hate/
The Evil too have Poetry
They kill and enjoy it in song.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh Mirror
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the THINNIST
One of all
Oh reflection,
I know its not me
I'm just too FAT
AND UGLY
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the SKINNIEST
One of all
Oh reflection,
Stand up straight
Suck in your GUT
Then I may not hate
Mirror, mirror,
Clear and bright
Please don't WATCH
As I starve tonight
Oh reflection,
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
And you to HATE
Mirror, mirror,
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at ME
With this body battered.
poem by Lailani L.
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Ice Queen
The Ice Queen in her icy world,
With icy fingers tightly curled,
Around sweet fairy in her gilded cage,
No escape the Ice Queen's rage.
The beginning of a fairy tale no lest,
A fable, a fantasy at best,
A love story to be told,
If I may be so bold.
Now as the story goes,
The Ice Queen has a son.
Whatever the Ice Queen does,
The Ice Prince, the obedient one.
Unbeknownst to the regal Prince,
Lurking in the shadows, unseen, his evil twin.
His jealous heart froze long since,
Witnessing his mother's love, His other twin.
One early morn, the good young Prince,
Riding in the winter wood.
He caught a flicker that convince,
A creature trapped in the ice for good.
The handsome Prince in cautious approach,
Threads gently, the soft new snow.
His icy blues finally encroach,
On a flickering light, a glow.
All this while the evil twin,
Watches like a hawk from afar.
Hiding among the trees, lurking in between.
The plot thickens, a-ha!
As gently as he could,
Like a feather and he should,
Cracks the icy prison, with his sword
To free the glowing creature, his ward.
Pushing away the ice to clear,
It was no creature, he looks near.
A pair of silvery wings,
A little flutter, and then it sings!
What joyful sound, like tinkling bells,
A beautiful harmony, A beguiling sound.
The Prince enchanted, his twin could tell,
The woods echoes the hypnotic sound.
He now could clearly see,
The wings that glow, A singing Fairy.
Emerald green, beautiful eyes,
The Prince, so enamored, sighs.
The kind Prince starts to blow,
His breath caressing the glow.
Gingerly, more like a whisper,
He bends down, tenderly kiss her.
The little Fairy, eternally grateful,
And more than very thankful.
She sings a beautiful tune.
Prince Charming was not immune.
The smittened Prince so entralled,
The charming fairy danced around,
His evil twin hackles raised and riled,
To see his brother's blue eyes drown.
The evil twin rode hard and fast,
Reaching the castle at last,
Striding in to tell the Queen,
What he has just witnessed and seen.
The fairies of the Seven Falls,
Were decades long at war,
Both Ice Queen Fairies, have not thaw
Building barriers, building walls.
The news did anger rise,
The Queen makes haste to ride,
To find her other son, so unwise
Because of her burning pride.
Moments later in the woods,
The angry Queen on icy trails did swoop,
Her cold hands quickly scoop,
The innocent fairy, tied in a loop.
Her son pleaded to let her go,
The enraged Queen loudly said, 'No! '
'But why? ' asked the befuddled Prince,
The fairy did no wrong, he was convince.
His mother Queen without a word,
Knew her son's mind was stirred.
Imprisoned the fairy in a gilded cage.
She seethes with hate and rage.
The bewildered Prince could not understand,
His mother' anger and rigid stance,
To treat his dainty fairy so,
His feelings were very low.
Back to the castle they rode,
The Queen intends to probe,
The poor defenseless fairy,
What horrors will she carry?
It's merely a fantasy in poetry,
Now and forever after.
The ending will always be
'And they lived happily ever after.'
Copyright Philo Yan August 11,2012
The Avid Reader
i guess, if she is true,
she will tell me, that i what i write
is a strange black bird
looking for a white home along
the olive green reeds
thriving on the mirror pond
wanting to be a bluish sky
not so blue
but a little shade of pale
embarrassed kid having taken
the bite of a cake
prohibited by mom,
sometimes i think
is she after my body or the body
of the poem?
my conceit again hovers
on the mountain tops
on cliffs
without trees
what i think is that
we all somehow want to be read
even if not understood
for what use is a poem or a word
when there is no one
alive in this
abandoned abalone
world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
Truth - Wael Moreicheh
TRUTH
LOVE ONLY LOVE
THAT`S FACT OF MOON LIGHT
ORIGIN OF TRUTH
PURELY LIFE UNDER PRESS OF NATURE HUMANE
WITH HIS TRUE MIRROR
WAEL MOREICHEH
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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Love In The Time Of Love -wael Moreicheh
LOVE in the time of love
for life in richness and poor of any country
And for all guilty in love more love
For spear head AMERICA and AFRICA
Yet love in midwinter of dancing
Who know love in love SARGOSSO-SEA
So ships cross Atlantic ocean with unlimited sailing
Next there`s Queen romantic lady
And true realism of waltz in Paris and new york
WAEL MOREICHEH
POET
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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