Saleh Ben Saleh

Saleh Ben Saleh Poems

My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head

Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat
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My words are to those who mock people and think others they can out smart. It seems that their ego has far wondered, and their thoughts have drifted apart.

You may find wisdom in a fools wordings, or even in the words of the insane. And you may find ignorance in the words of scholars, even though knowledge they have gained.
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In my darkest hour my thoughts wander, sometimes too far and sometimes just yonder. I find myself in total darkness, without a flame or word of kindness.

Entrapped in space, where sorrow thrives, enduring the pain of a thousand knifes. I feel the tears gather in my eyes, as a hundred questions in my mind arise.
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If not for hope would we survive? It's only hope that keeps us alive. When we are blue and tears we shed, if not for hope in pain we tread.

In midst of storm where fears stride, solely hope remains our guide. When seas are rough and tides are strong, we pray and sing a hopeful song.
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Today I witnessed another crime, that brings tears to granite or lime. I saw the albatross feeding their young, on midway island from what they had strung.

The birds had picked from land and sea, whatever food, their eyes could see. Among their pick was human trash, of every kind, not worth the cash.
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Noah the prophet, was sent by God, to those who did not believe, he lived and preached a thousand years, but they still did not conceive. He begged and urged the pagan clans, but God had other plans. He built the ark at Gods command, to sail a mighty sea, they mocked and laughed when they saw the craft, but their doom did not foresee.

Moses the prophet stood tall and strong, and was sent to the Israelites. He came along when times were rough, and people hoped for light. With staff in hand he made a stand, where Pharaoh controlled the land. He was forced and banned from saving his clans, but God had other plans. They reached the sea when they tried to flee, and with Moses began to plea. But with Gods will, they crossed the sea, and Pharaoh ceased to be.
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I have never given love much thought, it was the pleasure, that I always sought. Moments I spent, in entwining arms, attractive odour, and cunning charms.

Tempting warm lips, and sweet kisses, long soft moans, and lusty wishes. Shivers of pleasure, that made me high, a pounding heart, and breathless sigh.
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I live among my very kind, equal in blood, but with a different mind. I always feel, I am alone, a tiny pebble in a pile of stone. Silent complaints and barren demands, I am a stranger in foreign lands.

Sleepless nights, wandering thoughts, entwined emotions of dreams I sought. Regions of sorrow and moments of pain, dark distant murmurs that drive me insane. Tearful eyes, and signs of fear, but in my nadir I must persevere.
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Crystal teardrops, and an angel's pearly smile, a heart of solid gold, a trail of a thousand mile. A life of loving themes, romantic rosy dreams. Beauty that's versatile, and a healthy life style. I am woman.

White veils and fairy tales, silky paths, and crowds that hail. Kisses and cuddles and warm hugs, sweet love potions in crystal mugs. An abundance of love and a burning desire, a passionate heart and a look of admire. I am woman.
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Here sits the widow silent and pale, from the heart of darkness her sorrows hail. Mournful eyes, shattered thoughts, bloodless veins and soundless calls.

With her broken heart her mind would plea, her eyes are open but unable to see. A saddened look, and a tired heart, an endless journey that tore her apart.
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In moments of limerence my heart does long, for the haven of love where potions are strong. A land of passion and rosy dreams, purple roses and milky streams.

Where lovers are welcomed with open arms, and the trees of passion glitter with charm. In their blueish shades the virgins sing, and the fairy maidens hail their kings.
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I praise the wise and respect the wisdom of every old and young,
for when they speak they pave the way to every poem or song.

There is a charm in all their words and phrases short or long. In what they say you should believe until you prove them wrong.
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O Spring season of love for every plant and beast, from early March till later May the charming guest would feast.

In mother nature you'll see the signs of all Divine designs. You will see the beauty on every face including yours and mine.
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For those of you who seek success in every job or post, these are the points you should address before you brag or boast.

In mind you need a VISION and a clear healthy dream, not just a hopeless story or a dreadful faulty scheme.
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I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun,
my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun.

In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song.
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A magnificent flower
or a beautiful tree
are plants of different breed. You'll smell their scent float in the air as you inhale to breathe.
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I am the queen of beauty the common butterfly,
I spread my wings and flap away among the trees I fly.

My wings exhibit colours of green yellow and blue,
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On a rocky shore she sits alone under the darken skies, a flock of gulls glided away in search of food supplies.

She stares ahead in time to see the sun before the rise. She was amazed to see its rays tickling the pinky skies.
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I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.

I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
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What words shall lovers use to express burning desire? Solely of pain and heart ache do blind lovers sing.

Love mocks the sane by setting their hearts on fire, yet merry bells of happiness they ring.
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The Best Poem Of Saleh Ben Saleh

A Lustful Dream

My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head

Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat

Her golden tanned skin glowed in the dark, but the bruise on her shoulder had left her a mark

Her sweet sweat glittered as bright as a candle, her long brown hair was drawn back into a bundle

As she slowly turned in her soft double bed, the thought of making love did come to my head

As the white velvet sheet slid to the floor, revealing her nakedness forevermore

She whispered in a soft clear voice, MY LOVE COME TO BED, but the voice in my head, to my lusty dream had put an end

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