Salma Ahmed
Salma Ahmed Poems
''Do you know that purple heart,
Always smiling on the sidewalk? ''
She said, her hands reaching to that part
Where her head was buried when she once broke.
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A thought in me is left unspoken,
A secret to my very own soul,
Maybe it's in the cracks hidden between the broken,
Maybe the thought itself is broken from the fall.
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He stood far in the back,
Hiding in his suit, black,
As the bitterness of today’s sunshine,
Flow into him with every sip of sour wine.
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If I could start a fire,
That will live up to my heart’s desire,
I will sleep serenely in its light,
As it devours the little pieces of night
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I have opened up this gate and I know not why,
Or when or how my mind had convinced me,
To go right through it and cross the edges of the sky,
And stars and oceans without water to walk on free.
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The Beginning
The very same shore, again and again
I lie there with an open hand everynight
And in the other hand a heavy sack of pain.
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Nothing's worse than the sin of a poet,
Even if their tongues plead to be forgiven,
The soul's pain collects the pleasure when they sow it,
And rejoices in it when in the heart of a dirge it's driven.
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Do I dare to say that in such a world,
Controlled by numbers and swords,
That I too, have lost my soul to,
A pretense that I know not what’s true?
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Salma Ahmed Biography
Salma Ahmed Ayman, Born in Cairo, Egypt 28th June 1991 spent most of my childhood in KSA. A last year physical therapy student. I Started writing poetry at the age of fourteen, I use writing as a way to materialize dreams, hopes and fears inside me so I can better deal with them and put myself through more of life than what it offered. And to discover places in me I never knew existed. Later on, it became how I express myself to the world around me and without I ever realize or control it, I developed a passion for writing, especially poetry. I believe life is to experience things and I believe that god created us to seek happiness through peace, purpose and passion. When i put my head up to something I give it my all, as I never like to come unprepared and some may say I’m a bit of a perfectionist, when in fact I’m just looking to give out my best and make progress. The purpose of publishing my poetry online is to get whats in my mind and my soul to that point out of the timeline where I can be heard and challenged and to allow myself and people to reevaluate and reconsider even whats most fundamental about our lives and ourselves, so I can keep growing and stay happy and hopefully help people to do the same, even if it’s by just feeling understood. Growth is the key of living and not survival, and that is why it's a never ending process. for further reading, you can also read more on my blog: http: //outoftimeline.blogspot.com/)
The Best Poem Of Salma Ahmed
From The Red Gardens
I
The End of Space,
In the secret locked room,
Where young stars come to bloom,
The souls of the dead met,
To discuss the awful threat
On the burdened human heart,
And the eldest shrugged ‘’Where do I start?
The men, to ruins tumbling down,
The women, are valued by the jewel and gown,
Children abandoned in the streets like stray mice,
I’m surprised their suns are bright enough to rise’’
And above the howling enthusiastic cloud,
Rose the youngest but still the most proud,
‘’I look at that rock covered with ice,
And I know exactly what will suffice,
To save the hearts of humans from doom,
They need a creature within them to bloom.’’
II
And sky above us was ever as black
When taken over by a moonless night attack,
With troops and tanks of silence that orbit it,
The only resistance, the whistles of a cricket,
A soldier in the dark, the only sign
That life will survive another day in the timeline,
And from my window I looked out,
With a mouthful of hope and a heart full of doubt,
I gazed upon the endless road of concrete,
The whistles a harmony to my faint heart beat,
Floating in a cloud of dust and lies,
Blinding my vision and blocking my cries,
Is there no defeating the night?
Oh, how much I want to forfeit the fight,
This town might as well be long dead,
I closed my curtains and went to bed.
III
The slayer of the night,
Has come from afar burning bright,
And now she’s here,
Her breath is far but her warmth is near,
She circled the earth like a swift ray
Of white and tranquillity, then just flying away
To another eye that needs to see
What beauty in this life can truly be,
Her wings in the wind throwing a spark,
At the resilient soldiers of the dark,
And her fires take away the daily hell,
Burying it deep inside a hidden well,
The blessing of heaven from the gardens of red
And yellow and orange is here to spread
Her flames over the land and the sea,
O, Phoenix, will you shine on me?
IV
And sky above us turned blue again,
The sun masking the trails of pain,
In the men’s cheers and the women’s chuckles,
Her child at play and her baby’s suckles.
And I walked outside, eyes on the sky,
Where did your flames in the morning lie,
I asked humankind ‘’did you see
The queen of the night that will set us free? ’’
But the man still had the same pain in his eye,
The woman’s laugh still hid a loud cry,
O, Phoenix, why did they miss your fire,
Why don’t you give them for life a desire?
Heal our pain with your soothing tears,
Burn away our frozen fears,
Their ignorance filled you with the deepest gashes,
But I have faith you’ll rise from the ashes.
Someday the world will sleep without ever another blink,
And you’ll be my Atlantis that in the oceans of time did sink,
Then when the heart is in need you’ll come through space,
Eternally, the Beginning of Your Grace.
26/11/2010
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