Ahmed Al Saidy
Rebirth
Forget it all,
Remain reason.
Walk with me so,
To entertain.
You know nothing,
You were just born.
Therefore question,
That which you know.
What is this world?
What are these walls?
What is this floor?
But these are wrong.
What is this thing,
Which we deem “world”?
What are these things,
Which we deem “walls”?
We interact,
With many things.
Are we then so,
Another thing?
A strange feeling
Why am I here?
Wait — Who am I?
— Did I forget?
Poetry Group ‘Lips’
Celebration
Celebrate life,
Slice it with a knife.
Colourful abundance,
Sweetness.
Gift? Your presence.
The child of our past,
A taste that will last.
Enjoy it together,
Let’s be friends forever.
Leni Vindfjell
Ophelia
Grant me a beautiful death
In dark and murky water
Let me draw my dying breath
As Millais’ painted daughter
Grant me a scenic demise
A river bathed in twilight
Let me close my tired eyes
And give my days a rewrite
Grant me a picturesque end
And fill my hands with flowers
Let me smile and play pretend
In pensive final hours
Grant me perpetual rest
While dressed in fine attire
Grant me but one more request
Fulfil my heart’s desire
Let me cast my rotten pride
Show the one I am inside
Paint me true as what I hide
And not a filthy liar
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