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| NASSER ALSHAIKHAHMED |
Their stories of resilience
In the night's stillness, a woman strolls alone.
Her footsteps echo in the silence,
But her heart beats with apprehension.
As shadows dance around her,
A fear clutches her soul.
As she walks the treacherous path of solitude,
In a world stained with violence.
Her eyes carry the weight of centuries,
Stories passed down through whispered tales,
Of sisters who bore the scars of brutality,
Their spirits shattered by cruel hands,
A society's indifference silenced their voices.
Their bodies were a canvas painted with pain.
The echoes of their agony reverberating through time,
A haunting lament that refuses to fade.
The moon watches in solemn witness,
As another woman weeps in the shadows,
Her tears were a symphony of anguish,
For the wound’s unseen, the cries unheard,
She carries the burden of her suffering,
In a world that turns a blind eye,
To the bruises that impair her skin,
To the bruises that stain her soul.
The wind whispers secrets of resilience,
caressing the aching hearts of those who endure
For every bruise, there is a spirit unbroken,
For every scar, there is undiminished courage,
The women rise like phoenixes from the ashes,
Their voices crescendo into a chorus of defiance,
Their footsteps resounding with the march of liberation,
breaking the chains that bind them to fear.
In the depths of their eyes burns a fire,
A fire that refuses to be extinguished,
A fire fueled by the strength of generations,
A fire that ignites the path to change,
For the women who came before, and those to come,
Their stories etched into the tapestry of resilience,
A testament to the unyielding sense of womanhood,
So let the world bear witness to their courage,
Let every heart beat in resonance with their cries,
For the cruelty that stains their existence,
Is a blight on the fabric of humanity,
And in the glow of their abiding sense,
We find the hope for a system reborn.
In the embrace of empathy and understanding,
In the triumph of love over struggle.
Massacres
deep sadness
Anxiety and tears
With an overburdened narrative
And endless wars.
On the sidewalk of memories
Wishes take a different form
Her face looks pale and frightened
What a curse that aborted
Love and peace in the world !.
When the night dares to deceive the light
Motivates me to rearrange my pulse
But my evening passes in closed rooms
While the cracks in the walls are afraid of being assassinated by bullets.
Dose innocence survive
from the sin of war,
from death?
These are warplanes flying like birds swarm in the sky over us
A fighter jet showers its shells and bombs like drops of rain over the people and over the land.
Very painful
To find all that around you
Lead you to despair
And it's a brave to die
But it's also sad for your soul is torturing and crying over the souls that would follow after the massacre.
I hang my hopes in the hands of the unseen
And my tears travel to heaven.
There are rituals that I learned from my grandfather, chants and prayers.
Hoping that our souls may survive one day.
The power within you
Oh women, with words locked inside,
Let them out, let them fly and glide.
For your voices are powerful and strong,
And your messages can right the world's wrongs.
Do not be afraid to speak your mind,
For your thoughts are unique and one of a kind.
Let them soar like fowl in the sky,
And watch as they reach new heights up high.
Your words have the power to inspire,
To ignite a flame and light a fire.
So do not hold back, let them be heard,
And watch as they spread like a flock of birds.
Let your speeches be a beacon of hope,
A source of strength for those who cannot cope.
For when you set your sounds free,
You'll see how far they can truly be.
So, women, do not hesitate or delay,
Set your words free and let them have their way.
For when they reach fame, you'll know it was true,
That it all started with the power within you.
Waiting for the savior
In the darkest hour, hope's despair,
A savior comes with healing air.
From distant lands beyond the fray.
With love and light, to guide our way.
His steps, like whispering light,
Brings solace, banish gloom from sight.
With open arms, and heart embrace,
He grants us mercy, showers grace.
In shattered dreams, he plants the seed,
Of unity, the world's dire need.
His gentle words, a soothing balm,
restore our faith, bring in peace and calm.
With eyes that mirror skies so clear,
He wipes away each sorrowing tear.
No burden too heavy for his hand.
He lifts us up, helps us to stand.
In every heart, a flicker wakes,
As awe and wonder twine like snakes.
A savior's here, with love divine,
To heal our scars, make darkness shine.
The broken world he shall restore.
Unite the nation's hearts adore.
A beacon of hope, he leads the way,
guiding us towards a brighter day.
With righteous deeds, his mission pure,
He teaches lessons to endure.
Through empathy and kindness shown,
He claims his throne, love's reign is known.
Oh, savior, dear, thy grace so true,
We eagerly await the breakthrough.
In your presence, our souls swell,
Your return, the earth shall tell.
So let us rise, lift our voice,
rejoice in your love. Let hearts exult.
For in your arrival, a promise's light,
A life redeemed, bathed in delight.
Upon the morning, she reflects
She is like the morning, as beautiful as fresh,
She brushes her hair as the sun brushes its rays over in heaven
wearing her adornment like clouds carrying the drops lets
And sprinkles the beauty like the early morning mighty mists.
The breaths of the flowers refresh the air.
And the sound of her anklet builds up birds' songs
like tweets of the seagulls filling the sky
And breaking the silence with utters.
She spreads her fragrance on the surroundings
like fragrant pouring down from the rain,
To fill the meadows and to fill the alleys.
Oh, how she draws smiles,
On the faces of the small girls, on the trees, on the leaves,
And on the lips of elderly Mamas.
The springs and the summer breezes are like her
When she adores the blossoms' affection,
This is how the morning reflects her
And how she reflects the morning.
A dream hanging on the window
Rebelling against the restrictions
You love to fly in spaces,
Dream in Jasmine’s gasp and the desire of violets.
The night brings you as a thirsty flower
Quenching from the depth of my chest
Throwing a party over my shadow
And lighting up the warmth in the area.
A tale is borne behind doors
Pour your wine
Exposing enthrallment
On the Rose Bench
On the tears of the twigs
And be wrapped in my arms.
A delightful charm manifested in her words.
And the light glows in her eyeball
The night is not over
Nor the cup would be encumbered by sips
Messenger carries the Passions
And deposits his secret to the place and leave.
Coquette’s passion for lovers
The night is long not slough by the morning
Nor the morning is insured that its breath will not be assassinated
By the awaking of the sun radiant.
My aging dream is like the wine
It's not fair that eyelid sleeps
And other eyelid stays awake at night
So many poems burned in my hands
With raving transparent neigh on my lips.
There's a wincing night in your absence
Crucified on the Love's Mast
And the legends of the East
A tale awaits your coming
Where the darkness of the night is silencing
The bell of patience.
Iniquity
When the evening falls.
And twilight fades
And keep a dream hanging on the window
Saddened when it misses the seduction of Jasmines.
That passion of nostalgia,
Written by the hand of the Angels on a patch of light
To make it becomes rainbow hunting
Swarms of longings.
Ache is exchanging a dialogue with me
On the corner of balcony breathing closeness and fantasies
And lives in eagerness in a deep moment of hugs.
The breaths of you that occupy my chest
Since we last met keep asking violets
About the glamour of the shirt and the secret of absence.
There is glitter for passions in your eye
That exposes of your lips
And a sound like the sound of the waves bumping in the sand of the beach of my heart
And Pulse.
The adoration of charms of the restless memory and love and insanity are binary
Which recognize no restrictions?
And the distance is a beautiful dream.
Out of the blossoms
Beautiful as winter, soft as fragrance
Feel her warm with vibrant tone
As a charm crosses me, it seeps deep down
It lives in myself and contains all the ecstasy.
Her smile rhyme makes me nectar
Floating around me silently
The mysterious magic in her eyes
Shines and glows like candles.
She plays the strings of her guitar
And hear me cheering melodies
I slip my hand through her hair
The long gypsy braids looks like an
Emerald Lake.
We pick a rose from the garden
And turn it to red dove
A white stone icon where flowers are created
A butterfly flew out of the blossoms.
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Biography.
NASSER ALSHAIKHAHMED is a SAUDI ARABIAN bilingual poet and writer, he writes
poetry and short story in Arabic and English
He went to school at Sonoma State University in California, USA. Although his field of study is
far from literature but his soul is immersed in poetry and writing.
He is a member of:
1-All Poetry.com
2-Soul Asylum Poetry Radio. New York-USA
Poetry Anthologies.
1- Voracious Polyglots-USA
2- The Quilled ink SOUTH AFRICA
3- Wheel song Poetry- UK
Online Magazines
1-Polis Magazino- Greece
2-ILA Magazine- USA
He has translated from English to Arabic several poetries work for poets from USA, Japan and
Australia and published his translation in local journals
He has published one poetry book in Arabic( العرافةara’fa) in 2013 by ( Arabian house for science
and publishing). He has won the second prize "Zheng Nian Cup" China Literally
Award! 2023.
He has published one English
He was awarded on 14-10-2023 by the L.A. Seneca International Academic Literary Award , the
Italian Academy of Philosophical Arts and Sciences, Bari- Italy.
Participated in the international childern lietrature fourm in Bangldesh in December , 2023
Participated in Oman international poetry and clutural festival , April, 2024
Participated in Indain international litrary meet fourm in Novmber, 2024.
