Category Archives: Alisar Iram’s poems
Elegy for the children of Syria and Gaza: If I call to the children
If I stretch my soul between the disintegrating Earth and the pearly heaven If I stretch it gently and embroider it With red roses and white roses With blue birds and opal butterflies With meadows the colour of passionate green … Continue reading
The Covenant
Let this rainbow be a covenant between man and man: That death will have no dominion That children will not be butchered That their limbs will not be torn from their bodies And be mangled That young girls will … Continue reading
Videos two years old but still relevant
The first video was made in 2012. The images of the children are dated and have become history now. video is dedicated to the children of Syria. They have been subjected to the horrors of war on an apocalyptic scale. … Continue reading
WE ARE THE SADDEST PEOPLE, WE ARE THE TRAGIC PEOPLE – A POEM FOR SYRIA By Alisar Iram / in My Take / tags Poetry, Sadness, Syria, Syrian People, Tragic 0 Comments We are the sad people We are the tragic people We carry our losses and … Continue reading
We are the saddest people, we are the tragic people
I believe we have become the saddest people in the world. not only the saddest but the most tragic. We are the sad people We are the tragic people We carry our losses and stare Our losses carry us … Continue reading
Poems and thoughts in times of war
Compiled between January and April The poetBlessed are the words for the words are makersBlessed is the music for the music is the soul of GodBlessed are our songs, our poems,Our sighs, our cries, our murmurs, Our lullabies, our prayers, our … Continue reading
The Journey: a poem الرحيل
This poem, simple as it is, means a lot to me. It is a journey, a kind of spiritual odyssey to the unknown. It features a sea, a moon, lightning, thunder, a boat and a traveller. I rank it among … Continue reading
They come back with the spring, the good earth sighs and sends them forth in the redness of the anemone.
In Arabic the name of the flower, anemone, is Shaqaïq Al Noman, meaning the wounds of the god. The name is derived from the old rituals of celebrating the spring as the earth is renewed and puts forth its flowers … Continue reading
Cosmic Dance: Dervishes whirl in space
Cosmic Dance: Dervishes whirl in space Posted on February 2, 2014by alisariram I think whoever visits my blog will be quite bewildered because of the intersection between images of loveliness and images of horror, images of the flight of the soul into realms of beauty and … Continue reading
Poems by the poet
What is pulling me to poetry more and more as the Syrian trsgedy continues to spiral towards the ultimate, is that poetry invents it own language and speaks with a logic that defies logic in its attempt to confront pain … Continue reading