i don't know where, and i don't know when
but i know that it, will one day happen
today tomorrow, or a hundred years
...
your heart's paradise, my heart is the hell
don't get closer, you will burn as well
no no i'm sorry, don't stay with me
...
This isn't easy to say good bye
when you're going, even the sky
can not believe this rueful pain
...
the sky is crying
the clouds are dieing
what a sob is this?
no bird is flying
...
When i was walking, the streets at night
the snowfall had made everyplace white
no destination, tired of people
...
in the name of god creator of hearts
cause it's the best name for every starts
me, a lonely boy, no need of no one
...
there were two trees in the side of road
one of them was kind, had a heart of gold
but the other one, it was a villain
...
i always have a good feeling about you
and i just want to be orbiting around you
lose the body and, get the lowest weight
...
in middle of a desert, i'm a flower
with love
if she wants to go to hell, i will follow her
with love
...
a sky of birds, they are free
jumping and flying, sitting on tree
in that river, playing and washing
...
once a Gnat came down from the top
to drink of what remained in the cup
kid for having fun, just blocked her way
...
backpack in my hand,
dropp it down and
getting things ready
...
first, i was writing Poem in Persian language, because i was Persian! in a couple of years i wrote such good poems and i really really loved them, and love them even now. as my mom didn't and doesn't and wont ever like poem and poetry, she set my notebook on fire, all of my poems were burning in front of my eyes... i could see the letters in air... any way, i really don't know how and when i start writing poems in English, i cant remember the time of my first poem. i hope you like my poems and i know that you will, if you are a lover, cause heart speaks with heart... best wishes Mohammad Rasoul Mohammadi (Prince))
Death
i don't know where, and i don't know when
but i know that it, will one day happen
today tomorrow, or a hundred years
later when i die, who will shed the tears?
who'll ever cry on my tombstone?
who'll remember me in my tightest home?
who's agree with this that i'm a good guy
while i've cheated and, i've told people lie
who'll miss me and feel, at my death sorrow?
i'll be remembered just by tomorrow
will i burn in hell? or i'll rest in peace?
my big question, can not answer this...
prince