Hibo Posted May 16, 2002 oh brother of mine sometimes i wonder why such beautiful words flow from your heart and i know it is because u have seen a lot seen too much hate and destruction i see your tears and wipe them away the world at times humiliates us and we search for ways to feel at home ways to keep our identity i know people are too eager to judge they say don't judge a book by its cover and i wonder why they still judge my brother, life is hard we complain too much yet we never appreciate whats infront of us like our love it feels we are worlds apart yet here in somaliaonline.com i come and i see you writing your poetry beautiful yet unique i missed you a lot i don't get to tell you much that i love you but you are in ma heart so remember to call once in a while with a simple greeting and lots of love to ur young-sister. peace. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted May 17, 2002 Oh Sister o' mine Oh my beloved blood sister Oh the last born of my mother How i want to cry with memory How i miss you and love you How i miss all of my family and names i called you out of love 7 years tis been that i saw you Since we laughed together as a family But every second of my day and night Mother is what i remember, the greatest Every brother and every sister To fatima You are the jewel of the family And i love you dear with all my heart When i think of you i feel at peace Knowing that I will never stop loving you I'm drifting like a wrecked ship I entertain the world with poetry warn the mass of danger and reality I feel i'm judge for choosing this way Men this years are greedy and vile Men your father begot might feel that way Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted May 17, 2002 hey jamal? aboowe how u doing? see i tried to write a poem, tried to look like you, lol. thanks for the poem. miss you too. peace. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted May 30, 2002 Am alright my sister...missing you .. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Macalin Posted June 4, 2002 The Second Coming TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity W.B yeats. I LOVVE THIS POEM.YALL. AND ALSO THIS ONE. Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference THIS TWO GUYS ARE MY FAVS/ JAMMAL.11..SXB U TALENTED MY BRO. AND IS THAT UR SISTER?..DAMN BOTH YALL IS GOOD. PEACE Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Nuna Posted January 4, 2003 lakkad , it's a thing that the family has, i guess so, yo both keep the good work up. And two of the poems were good, in my opinion, lol.. no offense. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
