Salma Ahmed Poems

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The End of Space,
In the secret locked room,
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''Do you know that purple heart,
Always smiling on the sidewalk? ''
She said, her hands reaching to that part
Where her head was buried when she once broke.
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A thought in me is left unspoken,
A secret to my very own soul,
Maybe it's in the cracks hidden between the broken,
Maybe the thought itself is broken from the fall.
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He stood far in the back,
Hiding in his suit, black,
As the bitterness of today’s sunshine,
Flow into him with every sip of sour wine.
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If I could start a fire,
That will live up to my heart’s desire,
I will sleep serenely in its light,
As it devours the little pieces of night
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I have opened up this gate and I know not why,
Or when or how my mind had convinced me,
To go right through it and cross the edges of the sky,
And stars and oceans without water to walk on free.
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The Beginning
The very same shore, again and again
I lie there with an open hand everynight
And in the other hand a heavy sack of pain.
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Nothing's worse than the sin of a poet,
Even if their tongues plead to be forgiven,
The soul's pain collects the pleasure when they sow it,
And rejoices in it when in the heart of a dirge it's driven.
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Do I dare to say that in such a world,
Controlled by numbers and swords,
That I too, have lost my soul to,
A pretense that I know not what’s true?
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Do you know that when you look,
And when your smile my soul invades,
The whole universe around me, it shook,
Do you know the sweetness of your blade?
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