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Marra53

Description my dear

I tried to describe my beloved but I couldn't

My tongue was silent and unable to speak
My pen began to write the sweetest words
He wrote it in describing my love for a girl
You entered my heart and resided in it
A girl with very feminine features
Her hair was so black, it took its color from the darkness of the night
Her wide eyes and her pain took away the beauty of her eyes
Her cheerful spirit was as if the joy had been taken from her smile
Suddenly my pen stopped moving forward
He is passionate about describing her goodness and beauty
Apparently he had never seen someone more beautiful than her
My thoughts were confused with him
Because if we describe one thing, we are confused about describing the beauty of the other thing
When we describe the eyes, we are confused in describing the extremely wonderful facial features
I tried and tried and tried
So I closed my eyes so that I could remember or recall even a little bit
I tried in vain and all my attempts failed
Gentlemen, I will tell you how much I love her
I will tell you what it is for me
She is to me what the soul is to the body
She is to me like the air I breathe
To me it is as the eyes need to see
Humans also need food
The writer also needs his pen.
Just as the thinker needs his thoughts
I think I'm exaggerating how much I love her
Or do you think I am negligent in everything I said?
I will scream to the crowd that I love her
My beloved, a rose among the wonderfully beautiful roses
My dear Nasma Rabie
I was confused to describe it
My mind is paralyzed and my words have stopped because I seem to be stunned.
He was amazed by the beauty of that face, which looked like the full moon on a full moon night
Lost among all those imaginary features
My love, forgive me if the words in your description failed me.
My love, excuse my modesty in expressing my feelings
My love, excuse me
Excuse me........... Excuse me. My question remains for her

How do I tell her.......she has become my whole little world
How do I tell her.......that in her words I soar and fly?
How do I tell her? Her words perfume me like perfume.
How do I tell her? When she speaks to me, my words disappear and thoughts fly away.
How do I tell her? She has become one of my dangerous secrets
How do I tell her? She is a candle that lights up every moment of my life
Then she asked me the reason for my long silence with her
Should I tell her that I envy myself and my soul every moment I hear her?
Or what
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Posted: Feb 15
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MhandYemen13

the love of my life

When I tell you I love you, I don’t say it out of habit. I say it to remind you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you’re yet to be.

And suddenly, all the love songs were about you.

I love you more than I could ever really say.

I fancy the way your laugh can light up my day.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then maybe you’d understand why I fancy you.

I fancy you and all of the wonderful things you’ve brought into my life.

Fancying you is one of my favorite things to do.

The day I met you, I found the piece of me I didn’t know was missing. I fancy you, this relationship and the better part of me you brought out.

I wish I could turn back the clock. I’d find you sooner and love you longer.

I didn’t know it was possible to love everything about someone until I met you.

Have I mentioned how lucky I am to love you?

I’m so grateful I get to love you.

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve done in my life.

When you fall in love with someone’s personality, everything about them becomes beautiful.
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Posted: Sep 2023
About this poem:
The poem is for those who value love. I hope to find a life partner who believes in love
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surprizeme

A Silent Telephone

Should I drop u a note
naturally, l am eating alone
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Ur a no-show
screwing in the shadows
likely doing the three famous maestros
Larry, Curly, and I hope
U choke
on Moe.
I'm sorry but feeling pretty low
I'm losing my Piedmont pillow
I remember u long ago
u tried to corner the market playing the blues on a banjo
Made sense maybe since lock-in a cellar sits a dusty jazz piano
Then lockjaw denies u fame and fortune blowing
the piccolo
always known for ur solos
this was before wearing out ur welcome on the cello,
Started as a joke
writing "Ode
to The Twilight Zone"
staring the fallen saint, Billie Joe
the story goes
before fleeing on rails like a hobo
down Mt. Kilimanjaro
she had an episode
losing her halo
slipping from her dome
while dipping her bent toe
into the dark cosmos
but caught the eye of fire breathing hippo
in mid-pounce feasting on a giant translucent minnow.
yet the halo plunged like an oscillating dildo
topping the speed of light (what did Einstein know),
when heading for ground zero
but caught on film in slow-mo.
Oddly snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic hallucinating gringo.
Never scare off any black feather bedfellows
Each of them has a mind of their own
Scavengers are at home
grilling up some squirming lizard toads.
on the sunbaked back roads,
like on US 95 thru Mosco
not in Russia but Idaho
and yet the halo continued to roll
for years though God only knows
till it finally landed in Chicago
on the Antiques Roadshow
shown off by an old crone
or was it Saint Billie Joe
incognito
sporting a big nose
who lived alone
making a cameo?
Drooling over its host
a fat sweaty long fellow
who smelled like pork roast.
Sampled his ear lobe
on milk buttered toast
out doing Van Gogh
mesmerized by horizons aglow
but tripping on too much ginkgo.
Anyway, my hat off to those
poor blokes,
seeing nothing that doesn't show
dreaming of giving up the ghost
depending on the cash flow
soon on the back of an icy slope
surfing down the hills of Glasgow
yet these days at end of their rope
with necktie yokes
now a foot off the flo,
swinging low
to the tune of Desperado
fading in/out on solid-state radio.
Again, the Silent Telephone
landmines another mofo!
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
WARNING POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING!

RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian.

ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD.
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PetraM

True Happiness!

the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves... you don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her... if you love someone, let them go. if they return to you, it was meant to be. if they don't, their love was never yours to begin with... love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts ... who says love never lives, maybe we have never lived.... some love lasts a lifetime. true love lasts forever... if love is great, and there are no greater things, then what i feel for you must be the greatest... love is like playing the piano. first you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.... if i could reach up and hold a star for every time you have made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand... we all want to fall in love. why? cause that experience makes us feel completely alive. where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. it may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. but that doesn't diminish its value, because we are left with memories that we treasure to the rest of our lives.... never underestimate the power of love... the way to love anything is to realize it may be lost.,,, the heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all... music is love in search of a word.
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Posted: Sep 2018
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Unknown

Fallen

Can we ever count our cost,
When this long journey
seem to have been lost
where do you find a smile
to put on your face?
When the truth is on the inside it
feels I've fallen from Grace
Will we ever find our way home,
Or stay stuck in this place,
where hope seem dead and gone.
Would have bid time wait
If only it didn't fly without the glimpse of a smile.
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Posted: Oct 2019
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Unknown

The School of Love

Your love taught me how to grieve,
While I have been in need, for centuries,
For a woman to make me grieve,
And to cry upon her arms
Like a sparrow...
For a woman to gather my pieces
Like clusters of broken crystal..

Your love taught me, my lady, my worst habits.
It taught me how to foresee my coffee- cup
Thousands of times every night,
To experience the medicine of herbalists,
And knock on the doors of the fortune tellers.

It taught me to come out of my house,
In order to comb the sidewalks,
And chase your face in the raindrops,
In the lights of cars,
In the unknown apparels,
And even to run after your spectrum
In the posters of advertisements,
And gather millions of stars from your eyes.

Your love taught me
To wander around, for hours,
Searching for a gypsy hair
Envied by all the gypsies,
Searching for a face, for a voice,
Which are all the faces and all the voices...

Your love made me enter, my lady,
Into the cities of grief
while I have never entered
The cities of grief before.
I never know
That tears are a person,
and a person without grief
Is only a reminiscence of a person...

Your love taught me
How to behave like teenagers,
To draw your face with chalk
Upon the walls,
Upon the sails of fishermen's boats,
On the Church’s bells, on the crucifixes.

Your love taught me how love could
Change the map of time...
Your love taught me, that when I fall in love
The earth will stop revolving...
Your love taught me things
That were never occurred unto me..
Thus I read children's fairytales,
Entered the palaces of the Jennies kings,
And dreamt to be wedded with the Sultan's daughter...
Those eyes are more apparent
Than the water of a lagoon
Those lips more luscious
Than the flower of pomegranates.
And I dreamt that I kidnapped her like a knight
And dreamt I gave
Her the garlands of pearl and coral stones.

Your love taught me, my lady,
What hallucination might bring....
It taught me how life may surpass
Without the coming of the Sultan's daughter...

Your love taught me
How to love you in all the things,
In the naked trees, in the yellow dry leaves,
In a rainy day, in the tempest,
In a smallest café where we drink in the evening
Our black coffee..

Your love taught me...to seek refuge,
to seek refuge in hotels without names,
In churches without names...
In cafes without names...

Your love taught me how night
Could proliferate the Strangers’ grief .
It taught me how to behold Beirut
A woman, tyrant of temptation,
A woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses,
and sprinkling perfume upon her breasts,
For the fisherman, and the princes.

Your love taught me how to cry without account.
It taught me how grief slumbers
Like a boy with his feet cut off
In the streets of Rouche and Hamra.

Your love taught me how to grieve,
And I have been in need, for centuries,
For a woman to make me grieve,
For a woman, to cry upon her arms
Like a sparrow
For a woman to gather my pieces
Like clusters of broken crystal...
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Posted: Sep 2019
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Unknown

The Fortune Teller

She sat down with fear in her eyes,
Contemplating my upturned cup.
She said: don’t grieve, my son,
You are destined to fall in love;
My son, the one who sacrifices himself for his beloved
Is a martyr.

Your cup is horrific world,
And your life books and wars.
You will fall in love so many times, so many times,
And you will die so many times, so many times.
You will fall in love with all the women in this world,
And you will return back as a defeated king.

For so long I have scrutinized fortune-telling,
But never have I read a cup similar to yours.
For so long I have scrutinized fortune-telling
But never have I seen sorrows similar to yours.
You are predestined to sail forever
Sail-less, on the sea of love.
Your life is forever destined
To be a book of tears,
And be imprisoned
Between water and fire.


Regardless of its fires
Regardless of its past records
Regardless of the grief that abides within us day and night
Regardless of the wind,
The rainy weather,
And the cyclone,
It is love, my son,
Will always be the best of all fates


There is a woman in your life, my son,
Her eyes are so beautiful,
Glory be to God,
Her mouth is drawn like a petal,
And her laughs
Roses and melodies,
And the mad gypsy’s hair
Traveling all around the world.

The woman you love,
May be she is your whole world.
But your sky is raining,
And your rout is blocked, blocked, my son.
Your beloved, my son, is asleep
In a guarded palace.
The palace is big and huge,
Guarded by dogs and soldiers,
And the princess of your heart is asleep.
He who asks for her hand
Or approaches her garden’s wall
Will get lost....
He who tries to loosen her tresses
Will get lost, my son, will get lost.

You will seek her everywhere, my son,
Asking the waves of the sea about her,
Asking the shores’ turquoise.
You will roam seas and seas,
And your tears will flow like a river,
And you grief will grow till it becomes trees.
At the close of your life,
You will realize that
You have been pursuing only a trace of smoke.
You will find that since your beloved,
Has no land, no home, and no address.
How difficult it is, my son,
To love a woman
Who has neither land, nor home.
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Posted: Sep 2019
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Unknown

Letter from under the Water

If you were my friend,
Help me to leave you...
Or if you were my beloved,
Help me to be healed of you...

If I had known
that the sea was so deep,
I would not have dove in...
If I had known
That Love was so perilous,
I would not have fallen in love.
If I had known my end,
I would not have begun.

I longed for you,
So teach me not to crave...
Teach me
how to pull up the roots of your love
From the depths.
Teach me
how tears may die in the eyes,
And love may pass away,
And yearnings commit suicide.
Teach me
How to rebel against you,
And to be saved from the sword of yearning.

I remained after you
A book with torn papers...!
You are all my past and present
And all the days of my living...
My love for you is poetic love
So why do you kill poetry in me?
My love for you is watery
So why do you push me to the rock?
Oh you whom I bestowed the sun’s light,
So why did you give me darkness in return...
I presented you the forests,
So why did you give me the desert?
You tour in the land
While you let the tempest chew my flesh...
I am in the water
While your voice is coming to me
From under the water,
And the resemblances of your face
Coming out for me like a giant,
Coming from the depth of water...

The lines of your hand chase me
Even in water…
Ah, if my memory would drown,
If your face and history would drown
If thousands of things would drown...
Ah how worn out I feel…!

If you were a prophet,
Cleanse me from this spell,
Deliver me from this atheism...
Your love is atheism,
So purify me from this atheism.

O you who depicted life unto me a poem,
And planted your wounds in my bosom,
And took patience away...

If I were so dear unto you,
then take my hand...!
for lo! I am enthralled from my
head to my toe...

If you were strong,
Rescue me from this sea...
For I don't know the art of swimming

The blue waves in your eyes
Dragging me to the depths
nothing remains but the blue color
Blue...
Blue...

I do not have experience in love
Nor do I have a boat...
I am breathing under water!
I am drowning...
drowning...
drowning...
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Posted: Sep 2019
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Unknown

Book of Love

As long as my green sparrow is still
My beloved,
Then god is in the heaven...

My beloved asks me:
What is the difference between heaven and I?
The difference between both of you is that:
When you smile, my beloved,
I forget the heaven...

Oh my beloved,
Love is a beautiful poem written on the Moon.
Love is drawn on all the leaves of the trees.
Love is inscribed on
The sparrows’ feathers and the rain drops,
But any woman in my country,
If she falls in love with a man,
She will be stoned with fifty stones...

When I fell in love,
I have changed;
The realm of god has changed...
The night starts to sleep in my coat,
And the sun rises from the west...

You still ask me about the date my of birthday,
So record what you are not aware of:
The day you loved me is my birthday....

If the jinni came out from his hideout
Telling me:
“You have one minute
To choose what you desire
From corals and gems”
I would choose your eyes
Without any hesitation.
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
Nizar Qabbani’s Masterpieces
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Unknown

I Love You

I Love You More Than words Could Ever Say
I feel it growing in my heart each and every day
All this Love I feel
Has never felt so real
You give me something no one has Ever given me
It's something You cannot see
Love so strong, and so true
It makes me think of only You
This wonderful feeling You have given me
Makes me want to be with You endlessly



I want to be in your arms each an every day
To feel your warm embrace
It makes me feel so safe from harm
Plus, I Love to touch your face
I Love to look into your eyes
To look through your disguise
To feel your warm hands within mine
As our fingers gently become entwined


Your kisses so soft and sweet
It makes me crave a thousand More
I wonder how your heart keeps a steady beat,
Because mine just soars


I Love the way You let me know
How much You Love me so
I Love how much You care
The Love You show to me is beyond compare,
I Love the way You smile
That compliments your sexy style
My eyes are kept on You all the while


I Love to hear You Say "okay"
You Say it at least once a day
I Love the way You apologize
Because it always makes me realize
That what You did, was done unintentionally,
And that You still Love me
Even though I'm strange
You don't want me to change
You Say that I'm just right
Especially when we're about to fight



I hate to see You mad
I hate to see You sad
It makes me feel so bad
What You feel, I feel
That's because our Love is real
I hate to see You cry
To always have to wonder why?
I'm sorry I sometimes do the things I do
That always make You feel blue
I'm sorry if I hurt You so
My anger is sometimes hard to control


I don't like when You feel insecure
Don't worry so much, because I'm sure
That no one can Ever take your place
Because I Love not only your handsome face,
I also Love the real You inside
There's no way I Could have let You pass me by



Love is A Lonely Place Without You

I know I'm not alone
I should not be afraid
Because I hear your voice
And I know you're there beside me
And so I give my heart
I live to love again
But I can't let go of the way I feel about you

Love is a lonely place without you , I miss you
And you’re almost here and I'm almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
I will never love this way again
If love was ever true
I know it was with you

Because you touched my soul
And you will stay with me forever
No tears no sad goodbyes
There are no reasons why
But I'm holding on
I believe in love eternal
Though I'm moving on
I'm still holding on Translation The poem
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Posted: Sep 2019
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