Arab Spring Poems

Arab Spring poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of arab spring poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on arab spring are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.

Wasted Spring

Wasted Spring short poem

Walking bare footed on the turf of past With an unusual nonchalance for the changing season, Spring’s music echoed and died away so fast, But no songs or laments did reach this garden. Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed

Hello Spring!

Hello Spring! short poem

Helloooooo Spring! The time clock has sprung forward, and there is a sense of new life and resurrection everywhere Welcome back Spring! I see your beautiful new flower blossoms waving at me I feel your kind and warm days convincing

Spring Time

Spring Time short poem

The sun is shining bright, The wind is blowing a li’l light. Flowers blooming frequently, Birds chirping silently. The sky is clear, The grass is green, The world seems so beautiful and clean. It’s the spring time. Multi-coloured flower are

Amazing Spring

Amazing Spring short poem

I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh

Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here short poem

Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle

Spring Is Back…

Spring Is Back... ode

In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I

Hungerford West, Spring

Hungerford West, Spring sonnet poems

I travelled back a mile by the canal in sunshine, sky so fresh that early hour was nourishment and I gulped-down the air. Those path-side plants are nearly at their full, I watched a bristling, bulbous stem unroll, blue dragonflies,

City Spring Night

City Spring Night long poem

Tonight a fresh spring breeze flows into my window. Listening to all the sounds in this city. There are so many. Cars with engines roaring, racing up and down this city street. Ambulance sirens with fire trucks screeching and; hollering

First Day Of Spring 2015

First Day Of Spring 2015 short poem

A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion

An Arab Nation …. Is Not An Illusion short poem

When Egypt talks… What we call today…. The USA… Surrenders…. This is the way… Nasser one day…. Opened for us…. No need for aid Free we were born and stayed Greedy traders’ cells They trade the land They never understand

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

In The Spring

In The Spring short poem

When you come back to me in the spring, I will bestow all my love upon you, also well-being. Locking you in the depth of my heart without any will, I will fulfill all your dreams with dazzling smile. Deep

Waiting for spring

Waiting for spring short poem

Want to blossom like a flower but the winter is too severe, want the snow to thaw but the sun is too weak, want to fly spreading my wings but the blood is frozen, want to sing aloud but for

Again It’s Spring

Again Its Spring short poem

Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean

Song Of Spring

Song Of Spring short poem

Today I heard a robin sing Heralding the coming spring A song of exultation to the sky An ode to earth’s awakening I saw a willow on the hill It’s branches greening in the sun And all the earth seemed

Hunting For The Spring

Hunting For The Spring short poem

Running from something better to leave it unnamed cold water muddy stream, convenience food wrappers in a kind of marketing survey, neons washed out pink and peach among moss wet rock and metal bridge stanchion rising a splayed hipbone from

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Voices Sing In Spring

Voices Sing In Spring ballad

Sing voices sweetly sing sweet voices sing. for all the earth is listening, to voices sing in spring. Nature dresses in a fresh new gown, with colors of a rainbow crown, sweet voices sing Mother nature is nurturing the Earth

Spring and me

Spring and me short poem

The feel of leaf dust, Shreds rustling around, The sight of falling leaves, unencumbered my senses. Standing bare at some places, Orange and yellow in some corners; Trees, like traveling artists, Put on colorful plays, Changing attire at every stage.

The Sonnet Of Spring

The Sonnet Of Spring sonnet poems

The morning sun rises gently, And the dew glistens as diamonds. The waves pound intently, And the grass sways in the highlands. The atmosphere is full of silence As the springtime mildly wakes. ‘Tis the rebirth of the islands, And

Anticipation Of Spring

Anticipation Of Spring prose poem

As winter slowly wanes, its cold breath slowly turns to the warm Breath of spring, renewing and accepting the Wonderment,that spring Shall bring forth nature’s power of renewal. Oh how awesome it makes us feel As we await the beauty

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Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Poems containing references to : Arab Spring

Span Of Life

Span Of Life short poem

I bloomed like a flower in the wood- the bees and flies danced around me. they tried to touch my face.. but the wind protected me the sun looked at me it was too harsh and hot the moon stared

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

The Vow

The Vow ballad

If you see a distant star in the evening sky and you shiver from the chill night air, yet you feel a warmth in the depth of your heart, then you know that I am still there. When your tears

The Pink Happiness

The Pink Happiness short poem

The little shadow walked into her lonely world, his eyes candid, covered in a helmet, he looked onto hers. Into that dark, holy night of a love unfelt that swirled, Her eyes wandered and recalled “dear love bereaved”, the echoing

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

For The Moment

For The Moment prose poem

Tenuous and stretched are our links Precious, yet an incomplete jigsaw Making it arduous to reach a Safe heaven of human interface. It can whither like the autumn leaves Wearily sinking like the sun at dusk, As if there wouldn’t

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy ode

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

Four Feathers

Four Feathers long poem

Tied at the four corners, Knotted so tight, Unable to disentangle, Nauseated they feel, The Four feathers. Flowing tresses in the wind, Blowing in the wondrous spring, Balancing toes with the sing, Spreading arms to enfold, The moments to devour;

Dwelling Love

Dwelling Love long poem

Remember when the days were good And we were together, Two fools, such tender, We used to walk, With similar gaits. And I used to talk, Stealthily looking at your face. Those vibes from your touch; Hues of love and

Sonnet on Love

Sonnet on Love sonnet poems

As I rest and listen to this love song Oh! what a pleasant melody it brings Like a scented rose this season of spring! This love that I kept in heart for so long Since I have known her in

Infinity

Infinity ode

It was a place of echos and fragrance of spring.. Gentle like the weightlessness of clouds It was just about me and you being free.. Free from these mysterious doubts. Behind every place of refuge.. Plunged a maddening familiarity of

Love Sonnet 224

Love Sonnet 224 sonnet poems

It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom? This heart yearns for some tenderness and care So much to hope such magic can resume, There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear; Will now Persephone remember me,

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

Shoes

Shoes short poem

A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of

Spring’s child

Spring’s child short poem

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant

The Ballad Of The Skateboarding Ant ballad

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was

Forgotten Purposes

Forgotten Purposes short poem

And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane

How Blessed Are We

How Blessed  Are We short poem

Differ you may with my thinking For me it is the beautiful creation of God Lucky we should be To be within this beautiful world I waited for the sun to wake up And stand on top of the day

Fried Green Spinach

Fried Green Spinach prose poem

Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air,

To my husband, with love

To my husband, with love short poem

Each moment that I spend in waiting Counting each second, thinking of you Every moment of love that you framed in my life Every special thing you did for me Each hug, every song you sang to me Each word

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes?

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes? long poem

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

Love And Lust

Love And Lust long poem

A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our

Solid World

Solid World short poem

Benign emotions do not survive relentless bullying does continue , Solid hard world crushes it all this ain’t no matter of view . Fantasies vanish you may like it or not , Heart breaks everywhere Dreams turn to a distant

Ode To Mr. Turkey

Ode To Mr. Turkey ode

Half past five Coffee hits an empty stomach Gun clean, cameo on Headlights in the driveway We don’t talk much on the drive This time is for quiet contemplation Although we try We know we might take a life Most

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

Outlook Deteriorating

Outlook Deteriorating long poem

Sitting in the examination room paper crackling under your naked spine the worm of doubt working its way through your pipes just about falling asleep white noise strong as medicine honing the edge of your fever there’s a double tap

Down The Memory Lane

Down The Memory Lane short poem

Down the memory lane, Walking on the green pathway, Running hand in hand, Along the blue line, Listening to the singing birds, Watching the waves, Tapping in harmony with the melody, Feeling the gentle touch of the breeze, Causing the

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free

The Tick And The Tock

The Tick And The Tock short poem

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

I Weep Again… dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown

I Weep Again... dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown ballad

Enraged we stand in this broken country still living an old brown paper bag blues. While newsprint vividly tells the story but you might not find it on the midnight news. And I weep again, I weep for all… my

I Remember When

I Remember When ode

I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up

Birthday

Birthday short poem

The decline of the Seventh of May My world was forever changed Oh I will always remember that day The world revolved slowly on an axis until you came Now father time will not delay despite my pleas Please remain,

Floating Free

Floating Free long poem

Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees, watching below, all the people move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove. Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing

There Is No Life Without Love

There Is No Life Without Love prose poem

But to fully know love you must love yourself. And that is one of the hardest loves to know. To love ourselves is to find ourselves worthy, worthy of being a part. Worthy of being connected. To love is fully

Love Sonnet 221

Love Sonnet 221 sonnet poems

I’ll gladly share Dreamland with you always, Not to reserve one bit for others’ use, But make its days smolder and nights ablaze, And keep each of us as love’s recluse; We’ll shut the storm from blowing through each spring,

Elixir Of Mirth

Elixir Of Mirth long poem

In the meadows of my thoughts, Blossom my feelings lots in lots. Into bihued flora sprout my desires, Splatters vapours in the ether when respires. Endless strolls albeit through this land have, I But this time try to keep an