sallam yassin

Silver Star - 3,462 Points (05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

sallam yassin Poems

321. On River Bank 1/30/2014
322. On Track 5/28/2013
323. One 4/12/2013
324. One Whole Art 2/21/2014
325. Open Door For A Change 5/8/2014
326. Opportunity 3/21/2015
327. Orchards Of My Love 8/2/2013
328. Ordinary Is Love 3/29/2015
329. Organic Poetry 9/18/2013
330. Origin Of Poetry Tree 1/2/2013
331. Palm And Belief 9/15/2014
332. Parents And Their Love 6/17/2013
333. Phoenix In Raise Of My Child I Reborn 12/6/2015
334. Pity For No Saying Goodbye 12/11/2012
335. Placebo Of Heart 8/14/2014
336. Plain Why 8/6/2013
337. Plus 8/28/2013
338. Poet 8/3/2014
339. Poetry 11/30/2012
340. Poetry Immortal Point Of View 11/24/2013
341. Poor Jack-The Man Who Became Property For His Money 8/5/2013
342. Power Aim Of Light 5/13/2013
343. Pregnancy 6/7/2013
344. Price Of Free Man 9/16/2013
345. Primal Law Of Nature 11/13/2013
346. Progress 11/29/2012
347. Prosperity Milking Cow Of Good 9/17/2014
348. Pursued 11/9/2013
349. Queen Of Kush 7/2/2012
350. Radiance 11/17/2013
351. Raid Of Moon In Fear Men's Walk 11/10/2013
352. Rain Of Light 10/30/2013
353. Raisins Of Heart To Whom 7/26/2013
354. Ramadan Came, Ramadan Came 7/13/2012
355. Read To Know 9/8/2013
356. Real Love 7/8/2012
357. Recall 3/4/2014
358. Red Berries Haiku 6/23/2013
359. Reflaction 6/28/2012
360. Retirement Of My Beef 3/15/2013
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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