Suffering Poems
Mass Exodus: Back and Forth
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.
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In The Deserts Of Exile
by Jabra Ibrahim Jabra
Spring after spring,
In the deserts of exile,
What are we doing with our love,
When our eyes are full of frost and dust?
Our Palestine, green land of ours;
Its flowers as if embroidered of women's gowns;
March adorns its hills
With the jewel-like peony and narcissus;
April bursts open in its plains
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Aborted Blooms
by Lyon Erkst
A strange silhouette looms over a budding seed,
Its caressing hand pressing downward
Is a confusion of acid smoke.
The small stem writhes within the soil as
Ethereal mist gathers above.
Yet within a lapse of inattention, the stem propels through.
A unique flower is born in the garden of aborted blooms.
Twisted creature, her stem is rotten.
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Exiled Sentence
by Nathalie Handal
Most exiles do not take enough with them—
some obtain new lands, new identities
others return to the empty corridors of their sleep
in a place they are certain they can always call home;
but most hold on to a sentence as if it were a coat
that will protect them from sun prisons,
a sentence that will grow
the way we grow, leave ourselves
like silence leaves a home
it can no longer love.
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Barren paper
by Bhuwan Thapaliya
A pallid
sheet of paper
teases me
with its randy glare,
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Mind
by matthew ramsey
There screams
I hear then
Sleepless nights
I have
My scars
They burn
I feel them
The corpses
Screaming, crying
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Out of guilt
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
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Aborted Blooms
by Lyon Erkst
A strange silhouette looms over a budding seed,
Its caressing hand pressing downward
Is a confusion of acid smoke.
The small stem writhes within the soil as
Ethereal mist gathers above.
Yet within a lapse of inattention, the stem propels through.
A unique flower is born in the garden of aborted blooms.
Twisted creature, her stem is rotten.
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Wounded Wings (The Agony That We Cannot Conceal)
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
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A Weight That Never Lifts
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
Pain, my constant companion
You cling to me like a shadow
A weight that never lifts
An unwelcome guest in my soul
You pierce me with your sharp claws
And gnaw at me with your teeth
You consume me with your fire
And drown me in your seas
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