Poem: The Moon and The Lady Moon

The Moon and The Lady Moon 

I saw the moon and the face of my sweetheart.

They were a couple of moons in sight.

I couldn’t define which one killing me soon,

the sky moon or the lady moon.

If I didn’t see her gently falling curl, 

and her rosy cheeks that make me swoon,

I would believe the moon was my lovely girl,

and my lovely girl was the moon.

© 2016 Wajdi Almowafak

Poem: Silence Is A War Crime

Tonight, I was inspired by seeing how the world ignore our suffering from this war which wagged on my country by the richest nations in the world.Far from the watchful eye of the world’s media, war is ravaging Yemen, killing thousands of civilians, and starving and displacing millions more.

But, the world has to realize that Yemeni people will never kneel on their knees to beg for mercy and plea for pity. This is the way we die, with our heads held high.

By all those thoughts, I wrote this poem. Continue reading “Poem: Silence Is A War Crime”

Poem: The Black Saturday 

On Saturday, 8 October 2016, airstrikes by Saudi-led coalition hit a funeral hall packed with thousands of mourners in Yemen’s capital, Sanaa, and local health officials indicate that over 140 people were killed and more than 525 wounded, the U.N. humanitarian coordinator for Yemen said.

It really was a black Saturday for all Yemeni people, that they will not forget this carnage forever. Continue reading “Poem: The Black Saturday “

Poem: My Kids’ Fears of The Monster Birds 

Tonight, when the Saudi-led coalition’s warplanes were hovering, hitting and bombing my city, Sana’a the capital of Yemen, I remembered the first time that Saudi airstrikes hit my city on March 26, 2015. I remembered how my little kids were afraid of the flashes and sounds of the bombs that were thrown on my city by Saudi’s warplanes. I remembered my kids’ cries and the fears on their eyes. I remembered how I tried to calm down them by lying that those sounds and light flashes are caused by lightning and thunder. Continue reading “Poem: My Kids’ Fears of The Monster Birds “

My first trying to write a poem in English language

I am not a poet, and I haven’t written a poem.

Tonight, I felt particularly overwhelmed, I sat down to write my usual scribble, but this ‘poem’ came out. I wrote it in English language, which is not my mother tongue language, so could you tell me your opinion about it, please? Continue reading “My first trying to write a poem in English language”