Arabic Poems | Examples of Arabic Poetry

I stand between worlds, neither here nor there, Feet planted in Eritrea, yet Arabic fills the air. My father’s tongue, Tigre, I do not know, Nor the Tigrinya of my ancestors, lost in echoes low. My mother, born in Saudi’s golden sand, Half Eritrean, half Yemeni, yet she never took Arab’s hand. She speaks of home, but in which land? Eritrea’s shores...

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Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny? Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type? professor: say, camera setting... Johny : genre? professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do. Johny...

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journalism is objective by law the decrease in legible statements is mathematically irrelevant to peaceful assembly disruption of legislation is against the law. how to correct young journalists? no press pass, press pass is test for editor to observe through french general assembly window if ink should be awarded....

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in our french big top i take the shoulder lenth of the tight rope bar and our cubism begins theses are frames in sound film slides sound is on the beam when we come back for the slip of the tongue...

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ENOUGH OF DICTUMS .. SEE THE HARM OF DAMNED WOLVES .. DESPITE THE WORK OF VICTIMS .. SEE WELL AND STAND STILL .. OBSERVE THE BLANKS YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FILL .. ALLOW NOW THE TEARS TO FLOW .. BUT ENOUGH .. ENOUGH OF RECEIVING THE MANY A DAGGER AND BLOW .. CONTINUE THE LIONS WORK DESPITE pigs and hyenas AND THOSE WHO...

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The word almanac is originally Arabic word means literally weather, astronomical data, and (sun, moon, and many stars) observations. almanac or al-manakh the weather data Arabic origin word...

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She cried, She's sorry, I cried, You left. The nerve. You can come back, You can stay, We can stay together. She said she'll never do it again, She cried and held me, You were gone. When you come back I'll be happy, I hope you're happy, It wasn't my fault. Her words were painful, Like only a cut could heal. I cried. You left. Come back and kick it, Stay awhile, Stay forever. You'l be...

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The First Commandment we have got a message if anyone writes from the river to the sea Palestine will be free, and will not be published because it is upsetting for Israel to hear what is an obvious truth Notice this will not be published it is not a ban we who believe in the “First Amendment” is...

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In the realm where numbers whisper to the soul, Beneath the moon's mystical and silver glow, Epic Valentine day, where love and destiny unfold. With 444, a guardian spirit’s gentle call, Through the night's veil, where shadows softly play, Guiding hearts lost in the vast, cosmic hall. And 1111, the angel’s number, lights the way, A beacon in the dark, a celestial...

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Verse 1 Oh, my Lord, Your love never ends In Your embrace, my soul transcends From dawn till night, You hold my hand A constant guide, Your love's unplanned Chorus Forever faithful, You've been true Your goodness flows, it's me and you With every breath, I'll sing Your praise The goodness of God fills all my days Verse 2 Through fire and storm, Your voice I...

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Restless is Portugal There is mayhem in Paradise the citizens of Lisbon are tired of the bother and street fighting, where knives are used by migrants Gang fights, robbery, and shop theft is a daily Matter, the police work double shifts Most of the incomers are from Pakistan and Bangladesh, where Portugal once had a colony The democratic socialists ask...

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He is calm, a gentle sound, In his future we're like staying in cemetery Softly whispers to the heart, From the noise, it sets diversely Peace is Encounter in quiet sounding bed In the...

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I never met him   I don’t know who he is, the myself. A complete stranger saying he is me But I know nothing about him. I know he was, like his mother, a communist. But after some education and reading 500 books, became A Socialist, for then progressing to the right Admire Trump and Elon Musk I ask, how is this possible without losing. The...

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In the tidy marina, the tide is going out. My last image of her tugs at its mooring. I pause on a slope of the Alpujarras. The wide sky can't encompass my loss. A hooded crow calls two hours before fajr. The engraver has come, desperate for epitaphs. First published in NOON: Journal...

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A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead, Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead, Speaks of hell, if he had seen, Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean, He sings of heaven till his last breath, Then why, priest do you fear that death? An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins, How can a priest keep him from sins? Does...

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