Drop a poem please

This poem was originally written in Arabic BY REFAAT ALAREER If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze— and bid no one farewel......   reply

Framed by pretty sunset Mixed with sea scent Sweet aroma that's being carried by the wind As I walk through the path behind your well defined back That's the last thing I want to remember of you My beloved My one My only My forever Now our story remain only as an old memory It's all because those cursed words you keep saying to me Skibidi dob......   1 reply

Sunday, Wounded - Leslie Sainz The walls of Santa Rita swell like a capillary. Hundreds of mother-wives, dressed as doves, recite their reasons: For the steel-held. Para la malasangre. To argue on behalf of ghosts. Outside the church, men with bladed knuckles intimidate for sport. They lean on their old, rectangular cars, make smoke on command. �......   reply

I wrote these for an english class years ago so please be nice Dawn had never felt more alive Our days cast red in the sun's anger Smoke grasps at our breath Waves reach for the shore in anguish Cries ring in our minds Sinful whispers ruffle the forest Hollowness settles in the people Our voices ripped from our chests- Hearts carried off wit......   reply

I wrote this in my depressed era Forgotten Injuries One day someone fell onto the ground on accident. Their knee collided with the harsh gravel and it created a painful injury. After a few days the wound started to heal itself. But the person fell again and injured the same place again, but this time it didn’t hurt as much but the person still ......   reply