Shireen Ramadan

Rookie (14/5/2012)

Dreamers - Poem by Shireen Ramadan

I felt combining, born to sneak
Beyond heavens, deities & dreams
Beyond lost wisdom to be unshackled
To smoke laeukemia preconceptions
Bars ov disease are priceless
Virginities are sleeping subconsciousness
Eating lungs eating hands undercurrent
Vomitting blood & aspirations
The dreamers are nosebleeding in a hangover
Marlboro signs to smoke underwater
Underpressure, over pressing lungs
Seeking tyrannical over leeches
Smoking spotless minds creeping trees
Watching secrets to burn flowers & cigarettes
Authenticity cocaine pulse poetic
To damage hearts ov blinds & combustines
Under beards are flees & lying secrets ov heaven
Fleeing dumbs ov politics in a gore community
Our moribund look under pressure, floating over sins
Possessive paranormal pork posting procedure
Marlboro virgins are burning
Slithering under white coffins ov sex cocaine
Loosing hair smelling flesh liberty
Purifying slaves & smokers
The dreams ov toxic twisted machines
All grateful hands ov communism
From a lying labour vision in grave-full
I dreamt once to sleep
To crumble, to sweat their blood & choler
Digging earth exhuming truth breeding wings
For dreamers to float above existence
Beyond cosmos, predicting death inevitable
Predicting vision ov female kiss
Eating bowels, virgins & tough men
Digging impetus, cranium, momentum
In cores ov humans are gaps ov hunger
Eating greed consuming ultra-simple
Wardrobes, walls & dungeons precompassion
Beyond heavens, deities & dreams
They burn, they smoke the dreams ov us.....


Comments about Dreamers by Shireen Ramadan

  • (10/8/2012 4:52:00 PM)


    whoah, tht was surely deep, keep it up gurl :) (Report) Reply

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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (8/16/2012 1:24:00 AM)


    nicely penned composition (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (8/11/2012 6:26:00 PM)


    In cores ov humans are gaps ov hunger
    Eating greed consuming ultra-simple
    Wardrobes, walls & dungeons precompassion
    Beyond heavens, deities & dreams
    They burn, they smoke the dreams ov us.....

    very nice....you do feel like a true classical poet about whats going on around you....
    loved reading
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012



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