Tag Archives: Alisar’s poems
As the phoenix rises
Were it not that Syria is hanging round my neck Like the albatross of the Ancient mariner Were it not that Syria was shot in the heart Were it not that the owl will not call my name As … Continue reading
The Death of the young is upon me
“My heart is sore pained within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and the horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, ‘Oh that I had wings like a dove! … Continue reading
Comment in poetry on the death of children by the chemical attack
They are there under the trees crying They are there not up the trees laughing Among the apples and the olives because They are there piercing the dominion of death sobbing, Death itself cradling the newborn and the infants lamenting … Continue reading
Are they bombing cities or are they bombing our souls: the heroism of annihilating your citizens with Scud missiles
Cities of smoke Smouldering burning Blazing In a configuration Of stone concrete steel And human flesh Cities of rubble debris wreckage Of rubbish and broken homes Pasted with remains With the white bones of children Cities crackling baking … Continue reading
Destruction and the poet: The Garden of Gethseman
The Garden of Gethsemane What have I to do with pain and suffering I who was born to dance with the spheres? Yet in the garden of Gethsemane I find myself awaiting the inevitable, Praying to a silent remote God … Continue reading
Am I Dying or Living: Miosaics
This poem is dedicated to Syria, for Syria will rise again I wrote most of this poem some years back. It was then that I started to write long poems in the narrative style, but poems being a different genre … Continue reading
In memoriam: the massacre of Bayda and the slaying of children
They are there under the trees crying They are there not up the trees laughing Among the apples and the olives because They are there piercing the dominion of death sobbing, Death itself cradling the newborn and the infants … Continue reading
Compassion invoked
Poem from: https://alisariram.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/descent-into-the-hell-of-syria-an-imaginative-journey-into-hell-with-invocations-from-world-literatere/ Compassion Compassion, rise and let your mercy like no mercy Your unimaginable tenderness In the folds of infinite gentleness Enfold this scene of ruin This Limbo of no return. Let love shine Like the sun like the moon … Continue reading
Descent into the Syrian Hell: an illustrated imaginary journey into the hell of Syria with invocations from world literature
Forward This is an allegorical imaginative journey into the Syrian Hell, created for the Syrians by their rulers with the complicity of the world. The residents of this Hell are mainly the children of Syria; therefore it is a hell … Continue reading
Ode to Freedom نشيد الحرية
Originally posted on alisariram:
©Freedom, gouache on paper by Alisar Iram Image: ©Alisar Iram They who are embraced by freedom And touched by its wings of yearning and passion Shall have no peace shall have no home Shall have no…