Poems from everywhere

[أم بدر الدين]

Welcome and thanx for the poem

[hairless17]

Thanks Aylana for the poem

[aylana]

you are welcome friends it's just a try i don't think that it's really a poem

[hairless17]

Just keep on

[أم بدر الدين]

In My daughter's Eyes

In my Daughter's eyes I see visions of my childhood.
The games that were once played;
She is the epitome of innocence.
A perfect rain drop in a storm.
She is my rainbow.
For 9 long months, I tried to imagine her.
Now here she is exactly what I wanted, a perfect little doll.
In my Daughter's eyes, I see everything I ever prayed for;
Love, happiness and closeness of my own family.
Her smile lights up the room and lights up my life.
She truly is a blessing I may never deserve.
Her Father and I watch her as she sleeps and are lifted to cloud 9.
"Oh, what an angel" he says.
"She is our little Princess."
In my Daughter's eyes, I see heaven and what a wonderful place it shall be.
Thank the Lord for giving her to me.
Her Momma and Daddy will love her eternally.

[hairless17]

Wonderful ,sister

[أم بدر الدين]

Thank you ;you are welcome

[hairless17]

[LEFT]
Hypocrisy Or Sincerity


What sort of hearts your chests contain,
What sort of brains your heads breed,
That you operate upon eyes of the serpents blind,
And you kiss lips of the leprous lions,
You wash their pads, claws and jaws.

You allow dogs to share meals at the same table,
And sleep in the same bed.
You dive into oceans to vaccinate the diseased sharks.
You are anxious to save from extinction
The rare species of turtles and toads.
To prove the maxim, “love begets love”,
You place scorpions on lids of the eyes.
But you produce missile, bombs and bullets,
Devices of the extensive destruction,
And poke humanity into the fire of wars,
Pools of blood fascinate your eyes,
The world is being coloured red,
You raise conflicts wherever you wish,
For royalties, trades of weapons and natural oil.

Ah! Under the false pretensions,
Men, women and children:
Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters,
Are made fuel of the devilish games,
Is it hypocrisy or sincerity to the fair earth?
Spare a few moments to ponder over,
And bring me about the deeds you carry out.

Muhammad Shanazar[/LEFT]

[أم بدر الدين]

A vey nice poem,thank you

[hairless17]

Youi are welcome

[أم بدر الدين]

FINGERPRINTS.

Sometimes you get discouraged,
because I am so small
And leave my little fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But everyday I'm growing
And soon will be so tall
That all these little fingerprints
Will be difficult to recall.
So here's a little handprint
That you can put away
So you will know how my fingers looked
On this special day.

[AMI_RA]

that is very nice
it is a good idea ;sir
I am trying to write a peom

like the others m
thanks

[أم بدر الدين]

But these poems are not mine
thank you sister

[أم بدر الدين]

The Sweetest Gift]


One day a mother went to a prison
To see an erring but precious son.
She told the warden how much she loved him.
It did not matter what he had done.

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon free.
Brought no gold, no pomp or style to see.
It was a halo bright, sent down from heaven's light,
The sweetest gift -- a mother's smile.

She left a smile you can remember.
She's gone to heaven, from heartaches free.
Those walls around you could never change her.
You were her baby, and 'ere will be]

[hairless17]

ٍVery nice and sensitive