Ethar's Poetry

The book talks about the most beautiful things that have been said to describe women and the greatest poets and lovers who have spoken about them. It includes a deep description of the feelings and emotions of a woman—her tenderness, strength, anger and revolution; her ability to diagnose diseases and prescribe medicine; her maternal instincts, simplicity and selflessness; and her special features, flaws and vision in life. It deals with nature and its philosophy, and calls for learning from its living beings. The book also highlights internationally known idols and gives facts about their biography. Symbols from the finest people which are characterized by charity and sincerity, people that are worthy of love and appreciation and to be recognized as role models: poets, doctors, artists and athletes. The book does not overlook children with their innocence, and the elderly with their wisdom. It also touches on the biography of the late Princess Diana with her humanitarian and affluent feelings, as well as the facts and legends of different cultures, and translated the messages and sermons behind them. It discusses some important issues, such as alcoholism, and everything that disturbs the mind. It also deals with some characteristics of humans that lead to problems and crises. The solution is presented in capsules that include the thrill of superstitions, the sourness of facts and the best of virtues and spiritualties. The book summarizes many books and volumes with some poems and verses.

Similar Spirits In A Different World

Distracted, broken and stuck… Forgotten, left and wronged. Dull, dark, suffocated and muffled… Scattered, worried… Happy but deprived. Rich of humanity and poor in feelings… Alive laughter and dead with a sense of burial. Close but far, happy but gloomy, dead and promises revive me… I leave but I come back.. I cry without tears as tears swore to not return… I now know what the price of life is. I know the old and the new, the expensive and the cheap. I know how hearts are. Do others feel the taste of fear and broken promises?! Do you feel that your soul is lost like the rainy season watering roses?! Do you feel that your body holds a thousand souls and that each soul has feelings?! Did you feel paranoid? I am your lost spirit, that’s strange! You didn't recognize me closer? Do I not deserve to be in your hands? I am bored being alone.

First Time

On the voice of "Abdul Halim Hafez" when he sang "Oula for the first time" by the poet Ismail Habrouk, and again.. to the melodies of the same song, but with the voice of "Elissa" this time, I narrate to you poetry some of what I went through, and some of what inspired me The stories of others that passed through the strength of Hebrew, leaving a trail, so I wrote it.

Yellow

This door is open for you, calling you into a realm of words, welcoming you to a familiar place, a place that is far away from here, a place that speaks on your behalf, a place that explores the depth and surface of your soul. So come in through this door, Yellow is waiting for you.

Worried William’s Hidden Words

During the school day, I was never able to talk about how I felt because I didn’t have the words to express those feelings.

The words seemed to be hidden inside of me!

Worried William’s Hidden Words is a poetry book that allows you to see the words that I kept hidden for so long.

For me, poetry is a way to communicate how you feel without talking.

Let the words leave the page and talk to you in a new unique way.

The words had always been there, yet I felt speechless.  

Throughout this poetry book, you will read the words that I had kept hidden from an early age until my late thirties.  

I’m also honoured to share my words with other adults and children who kept their words hidden as well.

Willow Wings

How do we know if we are different to one another? It’s true we differ physically but do we look at ourselves and others through the eyes of our spirits and hearts? It is a deep question, so here is my answer; We are made out of memories, experiences, traits and thoughts maybe even more. We do not show everything to the world what lies deep inside us but we’re spirits defined what grew us, affected us, when we’re alone with just our own things, when we think, feel deep we all have wings made from photos of our memories, papers of all the words hit us hard, feathers of the old and new us. In this collection of poetry I share my deepest empathy of almost everything lies in your wings, I do hope out of everything I’ve written in my poetry you grow into the most beautiful form of you with newer wings.

Why?

This is a book of poetry written by an author with substantial experiences of both the East and the West. This short book treats disparate themes pivoting around religion, philosophy, politics and depictions of urban space.

Feelings Of A Pen In A Cloud Of Sadness

Tell the one who left He became a stranger His place is no longer the same We don’t talk like we used to We talk formally as if we were strangers We are at the end of that story that we called love Our feelings became the feelings of a pen in a cloud of sadness Written with pens, and lives in the clouds of sadness that rains her grief And her pain is in the heart whenever he bandages his wound.

Mirage Water

Have you abandoned me because I am a female?! Is it because I’m a defilement that corrupts your purity, my mister?! So, tell me: Why did you come to me? And gave me the life, then killed it between my hands. So you left and in the mirage, water washed it and washed me! Why did you flew me with your wings and raise me above the chandeliers? From there you drove me away, and in the blackness of the sea have you let me fall down?! I am not with wings like you to fly. You created me out of your crooked rib, and with it you drowned me! Is it because I am a female that you exile me?!

The Delirium Of A Crazed Woman On The Bridge Of Forgetfulness

When we imagine that we feel the glut of speech, and we need to exercise love, then we find us taming ourselves to be obedient to love’s fluctuations, to discover that this swelling is a blessed pregnancy, or perhaps it is inauspicious.

And from there I drew a picture…

I saw that there is a girl of about ten who still carries in her thoughts the genes of feeling.

And love is written by force… once in public and three times in secret

And after she exceeded thirty-odd years, labor came to her on the Bridge of Forgetfulness!

Perhaps she wants to knead the pain with bright hope, whose first cry is an incomprehensible stammering of love!

And on the suspended bridge, her pain would intensify agonizingly

Then she would fall asleep imagining her baby’s stammering

Has transformed into loud love notes

Played by a magical wand and a queen’s sceptre

And a book that is carried weakly by a crazed woman

Carrying it to term and releasing it took years

Until the hour of birth came between these pages!

Heidi Mohammed

Can We Move Forward?

Feelings are strange

And the strangest thing is its shape...

Those thoughts...

That stirs memories…

Exploring every inner...

Searching and searching...

It takes you to your faraway places…

Colorless...

Full of pain and bitterness...

To see if...

You are still hostage of your memories?

Or you are

taking a peek

looking away

and you get over it?

Hojas

A collection of feelings and thoughts written over the past two decades that I documented for a chance for everyone to read.