Departure Poem by shurouk hammoud
Departure
I have hidden my god in a flower
It got pregnant with the dew
I have hidden him in the wine
The sky got drunk
With his holy features
I have hidden him in the flute
Then the music have filled the universe
With love tunes
I have hidden him in a pencil
Then the poems began dancing
On white horizon
But they have tried to steal him
From his blue throne
From the heart's roses
To use him as a pullet
To assassinate the smiles
Of the dreamy lips
To poison the braids of the air
But he is the god
And gods do not play blood ball
That is why
He went a way
Far away
That is why
No one could see him here
Since then
That is why
The orphanage is praying loudly
On the Syrian land
A refined poetic imagination, Shurouk. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
the smiles of dreamy lips twinkles in the blueish eyes And dances in the rosy cheeks and reflects in black and white - my 10+
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4/28/2024 6:57:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
ohhhhhh this is marvelous and terrible description of war. they used him as a pullet...... you began with wonderful poetic expressions, hid my God in a flower, pregnant with the dew, in the wine, the sky got drunk, flute, universe, pencil.. dancing poems, horizon, then came.... the terrible turn. assassinating the smiles. marvelous poem dear poetess. thank u. it was a joy to read......... tony