From the depth of Arabian Desert, from the place were the poems was born, were the shepherds sang, when they travelled with their sheep and camels from oasis to oasis under the shining sun and under the moon light that kisses the twinkle stars in the darkness nights,
My grand fathers came.
The poems spring out from their hearts to meet the others hearts and from the depth of the soles of those people to color the life, to give it the beauty that may never found in city where no one knows his neighbor.
My father even he was uneducated but he say poems, so my uncle and my aunt.
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Rasheed Alqahas Poems
I lost my love
I lost my love
Alone in hospital
the clouds cover my heart, I am alone in hospital,
By my tears I wrote this poem
By my tears I wrote this poem To my son Waseem The night is too dark. The clouds cover the stars.
Why do we fall in love
Why do we fall in love? Are we blind or open eyes? Every thing by wish we did. But in love no one be wise.
The love is life, the love is death. It gives power or loose strength. We can happy or we can sad. We can be wise or we can be mad.
my lovely lovely wife
My lovely lovely wife Suddenly my lovely wife falls down. A blood clots hits her brain,
Mad lover I feel it is difficult to describe my love. Describe our love and shining days.
Why did i?
Why did I fall in love with you? Why did I give you my heart forever?
Fasting is the best way for peace, Fasting is the best way for love,
from the depth of pain, the love will rain. the sun will shine, again and again.
Do you still remember?
Do you still remember-our paste days, When we were at the nice valley
Does it a dream?
My dreams broke between your hands. Love grew inside your eyes,
is it mistake?
My heart if I can make the best mistake, I will do that mistake twice, There is no choice for me to take, Except to have my love, inside my heart
O, My brother.. Why you are sad...
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I lost my love
when the sun set that evening,
when the sun fall into desert,
my tears had been falling,
I try to say goodbye.
I am leaving the dreaming town,
I am leaving for nowhere.
Can I hide my sore,
inside inside my eyes?
I lost my love that day,
I lost my lovely dreams,
and I have to say something.
I want to keep the tie.
Someone broke the ties,
destroy the nest I built,
he stole the lovely bird,
to whom to sat it why?
The tears made me tears,
the sad covered my face.
I am alone again.
I am alone under the ...