sallam yassin

Veteran Poet - 1,852 Points (05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

sallam yassin Poems

1. A Lonely Tree 6/12/2012
2. Nature 12/6/2013
3. For Me Mother Is The World 5/2/2013
4. Ink Of My Poetry 8/9/2013
5. Black Butterfly 5/14/2013
6. As Woman In Her Man To See 5/21/2013
7. Two 4/12/2013
8. Marmalade Jar 5/11/2013
9. Mate Of Pain 9/30/2013
10. Elegant Woman Aura 10/1/2013
11. Red Berries Haiku 6/23/2013
12. Allah 8/1/2013
13. Music 11/21/2013
14. Hajj 10/1/2013
15. God's Love In Spring 3/15/2014
16. Smile Smile Smile 12/5/2012
17. Take Me Home, To The Heart 2/5/2013
18. Beautiful Place 7/20/2012
19. A Man Who Dead At Age Of 33 6/30/2012
20. Yummy Talks 9/18/2013
21. Women 6/25/2013
22. Organic Poetry 9/18/2013
23. Africa 2/1/2013
24. Butterfly On Moon 10/16/2014
25. Call For Peace 8/24/2012
26. Abstract 2/4/2013
27. Freedom For All 1/8/2013
28. Reveal The Sun In You 12/17/2012
29. Insanity; The Race For The Loss 4/17/2013
30. Notion 4/29/2013
31. A Kiss 10/22/2012
32. A Reality 10/29/2012
33. Secret 5/14/2013
34. Light 9/13/2013
35. Love Bow 10/7/2013
36. Treads Of Winter 11/4/2013
37. Close At Hand Dream 6/25/2013
38. Lady Winter 11/14/2013
39. Parents And Their Love 6/17/2013
40. Couplet Of Two Sparrows 4/29/2013
Best Poem of sallam yassin

A Lonely Tree

At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there
waiting no one but the dust
dust of the passing time
tarnishing the color of this tree
this lonely tree to gray
praying in this lonely place
for the passing van
A gray lonely van
for the lonely bird
staying for a while
when the nights come
and days go
the lonely tree; praying there
when the wars rage and peace,
walks shy
the lonely tree praying for the peace
no one is waiting there
but the lonely tree is waiting
the ...

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My Home Land

my home land somalind
where the land became redesh like a rose
where the sky is blue and deep like no where
and love is like my bread for my breakfast
test it take it and you need it more and more
but if you go and leave it far for some where
it is there in deep your mind deep your soul
it is where we came from and sure we will go for
it is my dad's and mother's home so we call home

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