Altair Laahad

Altair Laahad Poems

1. A Green Willow Grows In My Heart 7/30/2013
2. A Litle Child Walked On A Snake 7/12/2013
3. And Both Slept With God 4/4/2013
4. And You'Ve Got A Good Poem 5/16/2013
5. As He Dreamed Of Slamming The Door 5/9/2013
6. As You Write 4/3/2013
7. Asylum 5/2/2013
8. Blue Flood 7/20/2013
9. Born On The Wind's Wings 4/14/2013
10. Confidence 5/19/2013
11. Despair 6/18/2013
12. Eloped 4/9/2013
13. Eroded Stones 5/1/2013
14. Eucalyptus Talk 4/13/2013
15. False Pride 6/12/2013
16. His Pen(Is) Of A Poet 4/6/2013
17. His Words 4/6/2013
18. If 4/20/2013
19. It's Scary This World! 5/10/2013
20. It's Spring 4/15/2013
21. Lullaby Of A Butterfly 4/6/2013
22. Pink Dolphins In Amazone 4/7/2013
23. Primal Sympathy 4/17/2013
24. Relic Of Serenity 6/5/2013
25. Remember 5/20/2013
26. Rush 5/1/2013
27. Silence 6/26/2013
28. The Ancient Knife 4/8/2013
29. The Untrodden Lane 5/11/2013
30. The Wind Has Crept Down The Hills 4/11/2013
31. They Melt With All The Gods 5/12/2013
32. Tolerance 5/27/2013
33. Two Butterflies 4/10/2013
34. Two Men 4/20/2013
35. Until You Do It 4/27/2013
36. When A Poet Dies 5/6/2013
37. When You Dislike It 4/5/2013
38. When You Scatter My Ashes 8/8/2013
39. When You Surrender Your Visibility 8/13/2013
40. You Soaked Your Words 8/21/2013
Best Poem of Altair Laahad

Pink Dolphins In Amazone

It happened once in amazon
The wooden boat set sail alone
With little kids and mom and dad
Were jovial all together glad

They sail to see another world
Of trees and bees yet never told
The dolphins there are scarce and rare
They swim and dance, yet not aware

Their days ahead are hard and harsh
As fire and steel began the march
Around their scope of clean, pristine
lagoons and land, all clear and fine

The little boat at central point
Of water world, it lost the joint
With real world of far away
as little kids felt strong ...

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Lullaby Of A Butterfly

The little butterfly fluttered around the well
heedless of the depth or what her mom would tell
that ventures far from home or on a somber trail
could bring mysterious fates and darkness to the hill

The butterfly was brave, it soared above the lake
and saw the water blue and wondered who could make
all that magnitude, pristine and never fake
with the serenity that none would dare to break

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