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sallam yassin Poems

At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there

Mother is not a word
Mother is the world
Love is her award

Moon and night
Dark and light
On a sheet of soul
Your ink

Who can ignore
Your beauty?
Black butterfly
Beneath the flowers

As a woman in her time odd or good in a man
She needy a complex
Of me but not crook
Which colors of all flowers creatively I contain


Hajj journey to the heaven

Oh god on my journey
To Hajj
Humble and with long

Marmalade jar
As morning shine
Sweet MOM
Your heart is honey


In her solo
Divine lyric

Logic meant to be flat
My love meant to fight

My land is the land of the lonely tree

Pain, pain, pain
Where the heart in a pain
Love and pain
Bung! Where the head in a pain

wit and wise in sweet aura
my woman
of the night

Sweet kiss
Red berries lips
Are eaten at mingled


you ask me why music is important to life
Why you don’t listen to your heart
Who’s playing his piece sweet
For your life

Where one could see
In articulate
His love

Smile smile smile
As you always smile
Your face created
To smile

This world is beautiful place
this beautiful place with lass
with her sunset

Take me home
take me home
Take me home please

A man who dead at age of 33
But he done the whole life
in one shot by his way
By his own by the way


Women they have the rights
Equal as the duties
upon them

sallam yassin Biography

my body age is 45 but the age of my soul is much more the home of my body is the earth but my soul passion is the universe i see what we share as human like foundation the difference as comparative companion the journey of life payment of the completion sallam yassin)

The Best Poem Of sallam yassin

A Lonely Tree

At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there
waiting no one but the dust
dust of the passing time
tarnishing the color of this tree
this lonely tree to gray
praying in this lonely place
for the passing van
A gray lonely van
for the lonely bird
staying for a while
when the nights come
and days go
the lonely tree; praying there
when the wars rage and peace,
walks shy
the lonely tree praying for the peace
no one is waiting there
but the lonely tree is waiting
the morning sun
waiting the rain in may
waiting winds from the north
waiting when no one is waiting there
and this lonely tree
gave a name for this nameless place
the land of the lonely tree.

sallam yassin Comments

Shahzia Batool 04 August 2013

Poetry serves for those who use it meaningfully, creatively and substantially...and you are one among them...all heart-writes! ! ! thank you so much for your support and kind words which are encouraging for all of us! ! ! regards.

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Farah Ilyas 29 June 2013

Spell of your poetry binds the readers as such, breath sticks to life...u r Great poet indeed

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Raechael Woodroof 28 November 2012

while your works may sting the senses of those who willingly stay blinded, they are as a breath of fresh air to me.

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