AMIRAH AL WASSIF - POEMS

​Amirah Al Wassif is a freelance writer(28) years old,from egypt She has written articles, novels, short stories poems and songs. Five of her books were written in Arabic and many of her English works have been published in various cultural magazines such as praxies Magazine , the gathering of tribes, credo spoir, reach poetry, Otherwise Engaged literature and arts journal, cannon's mouth, mediterranean poetry, The BeZine ,spillwords,Merak Magazine, poetry magazine, writers Resist, the Bosphours Review Of Books, the Writer NewSletter, Call and Response Journal, Echoes Literary Magazine, Better Than Starbucks,Envision Arts, women of strength strong coutage magazine, chrion review , the conclusion magazine, street light press, many of her poetry and stories translated into Spanish,kordish,hindi and Arabic
 her children book, The Cocoa Book and Other Stories is forthcoming.

​far as the sky

​far as the sky
close as a wish
we all those sailors
who never caught their fish
far as the sky
close as a wish
we think of the only question
though our poor or our rich
far as the sky
close as a wish
life starts with " why "
days role is to teach
far as the sky
close as a wish
hello equals goodbye
the great wisdom we will reach
far as the sky
close as a wish
the words of anybody die
when he meets the death!
I love you despite everyone nose!



I love you despite everyone nose!
despite the traffic jam
despite the audience blame
and the chatter of my toes



I love you and I mean what I say
a confession of love does not accept any delay
this type of the immortal love
can not be temporary or tough



I love you despite the spread of boredom in the world
despite all my long night I was totally bent
I love you despite the breaking news and stammering of all correspondents
I love you despite my classic shoes and the currency of the tents



despite the urgent calls every midnight
I love you
despite the loneliness of shores after escaping the light
i love you



despite the world difficult rules
despite the absence of " because "



I love you despite everyone nose!
 

​People in the huts

​People in the huts waving to me every day, every night
But mental forces I have got told me that was not right
Beaming stones and comfortable zone if I still am unbelievable
Midnight lies and shortest of sight if I say it is reasonable
Oh! My brain! Could this daily scene be unreliable?
 
People in the huts waving to me every dark, every light
And my shocked eyes turning my thinking into a fight
Global channels, national banners talking regularly about me
Human Battles, the press covers making a fairytale about me
Oh ! my soul ! is this a fool
Dreaming what I see?
 
People in the huts waving to us every day, every night
Their clear truth at their bigger than being on a diet
Sensibility drawing here their faces without quitting
And their words silently heard, more Emotions need to be written
huts human Certainly Exist, every eye cannot be denied
Only these seeing them upset, The unfaithful eye or the blind!
 
 

​traveling on the angel wing

traveling on the right wing of an angel
takes me away, away to my first dance
dragging ourselves through the fancy castle
shakes me today, today as it is my chance
oh! how far our starry night
oh! what a rare any scare or fight
oh! how wonder your face sight
oh ! oh!



traveling on the right wing of an angel
reminded me how did I ride my horse?
a supernatural scene, unreliable or a dream
it was a fairytale, of course!



traveling on the right wing of an angel
visiting the marvelous towns in his eyes
shouting like a child, a pleasure made a circle
for walking in the land of wise


traveling on the right wing of an angel
led me to be a true crazy lover
your warm at this night transfer my simple
immediately heal my suffer



oh! how far our starry night
oh! what a rare any scare or fight
oh! how wonder your face sight
oh ! oh!
 
 

​greetings from the dark!

​I remember! Yes, I remember this letter 
When my tears decided to escape
Out of me, I felt that is better
My soul took over my shape
I heard him laughing at me and clearly makes fun
I could not aware how his love for me 
Became hurtful like a gun

I remember! Yes, I remember this letter
When I fell to my knees
Crying with my pets
Grieve together
Watering our pain tree

I remember your face within the paper
Looking slyly at me
I seemed like a victim of a kidnapper
Or a tiny boat in a big sea

I remember! Yes, I remember my love
Feeding my eyes your words
Your words, your shots!
Ah! I remember how I would
Keeping it in my soul, my heart
But tell me how I could
Welcome your greetings from the dark?!:
 
 

An urgent call in the second life 
​

​red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby
I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays
but, suddenly a kind of musical sound covered my ears
the sound did not seem like any earthen sound I ever heard 
it was a mix of waves dancers and creation of colorful bird
it was like a smell of honey and the secrets of gold
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fingers of nature throw the fabulous jokes on my road 
all the trees here like the mothers, each tree gives me a kind hug
and I call them through songs of paradise 
my songs are part of the skies
and my skies are all my world
in my second world, I do not have the time 
to put my hand on my chest for wishing
all the clouds here are wishes 
and I am a successful creature in hunting them with my glances
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fields of roses upon my head 
rooms in the paradise full of upper poetry
my soul thrilled for sewing the art of dream
and I am hungry for knocking on the door of memories
I know that nobody will respond 
however, I insist to wait 
day after day
night after night
moment after moment
in my second world, I am walking on the roofs with bare feet
listening to the music makers in the tunnels of the heaven 
here, we all are children of the upper world
and as a child, I am still waiting 
an urgent call in my new life
 
 

As An African Child
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As an African child
I crawled on mama arm
Searching for an imaginary house
Which bear me with a fancy view
Of the coming clouds upon my head
 
As an African child
I jumbed many times for seeing the clown
Who laugh and cry
Making jokes
Acts an excellent spy
With many children in their bed
 
As an African child
I saw the bitterness on mama face
And tried to chase
Her shadow before her cheek is wet
 
As an African child
I drew my plan on the clay pot
I insisted to fly
Asking my sun to let
The charming of justice light
And asking the darkness to rest
 

​A question from the refugee camps
poem

​I asked them
How the sun says hello to everyone ?
Then, they laughed bitterly
Without being sorry
And told me "ask the gun"
Her red spark
Sharp like a dark
Permits entering the light for none



They asked me " what is the sun"?
When our expected meeting will be done?
Since their question
I did not ask again
Cause everything was very clear
Through the war stain



There, in the Somali lands you can find the answers
Upon the clouds , in the camps even on the children features
There, in the Somali lands all the details written with no ink
The only truth here required from you to think
About those people who do not have the fun
But you still ask about their sun ?



Among the refugee camps in Baidoa
I found a baby crawled
On the arm of his mama
Who seemed to me frowned
The baby opened his eyes widely
Looking for the next light
But his mama knows
No light comes with fight



In a crowd of the lost African bodies
He hold my hand tenderly
He was selling water to the ladies
were sitting on the docks
With their pots
Waiting for the day- early



In the Somali lands
They asked me
How the sun says hello to everyone?
Then, I replied with no hesitation
No sun comes with a gun