Poem #1: The Sun will Rise.

I have my life. I have you.

To how may I choose between the both
for the sake of when it is due.
Reaching the sky. It was the oath.
The land of peace,
Or the land of terrorism,
that got a piece,
of the whole racism.
Death is close, it is my neighbour,
what to get my stolen dignity
shall be the answer?
asked the humanity’s accountability.
As we say, from the river to the sea,
the sun will rise. It will be free.

Shakespearean Sonnet.

Poem #2: The “Good” Night.

I wish I can turn the clock back,
regret the pain I put you through,
please return just for a few,
and take me out of the black sac.
I don’t caring about places, or smack
I care, after that, only for you.
The clicks of my heart, true,
just wants your return, back.

You wanted that to be a good night,

for you, but that was not a ‘good’ bye.
Your judgement has shut down my sight,
what I inherited of strength was just a lie.
That is done, but I am fright,
yet no more left, my tears are dry.

Petrarchan Sonnet.
Poem 3: The Stolen Diamond.

Strangers come and claim you theirs.

For decades, you’ve remained patient
but today you stand in tears.
You’ve been patient enough
years and years pass, but you do not accept
the fact that you are anything but you.

Oh Jerusalem, the heaven on earth

waiting for your release of the cage
in the Holy Land, named the Bride
of the Sea.
They came to share you with us,
threw you behind the wall, yet
he still claimed you theirs.
I’m sorry but you are the stolen diamond
that will be returned.

No Structure.