Tag Archives: Alisar Iram’s poetry
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
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
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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
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The Rose and the Nightingale
Ring… Ring… Ring The bells do Toll Ding…ding…ding But the missing beat is the one Ringing in my heart. My heart has become Not a continent,* Not the pasture of gazelles,** No, not a temple or a mosque or a … Continue reading
الحب والمدينة المعذبة Love made a garden ) Reblogged
The kingdom of death multiplies in Syria. I am choking with death. A friend reposted this image and poem of mine today on Facebook, therefore I decided to do the same and reblog my post. When death reigns love collects … Continue reading
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