Poetry

KNOW

KNOW

Know Beauty fades away,

And wealth is not guaranteed to stay,

Know Youth is pure,

And age will inevitably mature,

Know Nothing remains the same,

Not age, wealth, health, or fame,

Know – We will come and go,

And when the time arrives we can’t say no,

Know Whom we are going back to,

He is the One that created me and you,

Know – If we loved Him here,

He will love us there,

Know He told us it would be this way,

But, we decided we wanted to stay,

Know Life on the other side is evergreen,

All we have to do is make sure our hearts stay clean,

Wipe all the greed away,

 Smile and help others in a gentle way,

Know Life is not as complicated, as it seems,

And we will all look back and think it was just a dream.

Dallaa Moussallati

 

 

Poetry

The Wise Man

 

The Wise Man

A wise man once said,

Don’t spend your life in play,

It wouldn’t be worth the stay.


Don’t think about what you’ve not got,

Because you wouldn’t have a lot,

Live your life to the full,

But know it will end with a simple pull,

Love as if you’re saying goodbye,

Then you wouldn’t have to try,

Give to others without fear of it going away,

That way it will always stay.


A wise man once said,

Don’t spend your life in play,

It simply wouldn’t be worth the stay!

Dallaa Moussallati

 

Poetry

A Female’s Journey Looking In The Mirror

TWO YEARS OLD – I got a fright,
FOUR YEARS OLD – I thought, ‘What a beautiful sight!’
TEN YEARS OLD – I look different to them,
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD – I wish I were size 10,
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD – There’s so much I need to change,
THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD – I’m beginning to like myself, isn’t that strange!
FIFTY YEARS OLD – I’ve been through it all, I’m doing well,
SIXTY YEARS OLD – I’m beautiful inside and out, I’m sixty, but you couldn’t tell!

Dallaa Moussallati

Poetry

Kindness

Kindness is like beginning a piece of art,
There are so many beautiful colours; you can’t wait to start,
With red you can paint an, ‘I love you,’
With yellow, you can write, ‘My words are true,’
With green, you can help people in need,
With blue, you can aid all the hungry that need a feed,
With pink, you can effortlessly give a smile away,
You never know you could make someone’s day!
With gold, you can shower the people around you with love,
Wanting nothing in return, but a prayer ending in, ‘In memory of,’
Kindness can only bring happiness to the heart,
So let’s all start, in painting all our problems away,
And vouch that kindness is here to stay!

Dallaa Moussallati

Poetry

Sadness

Is sadness a state of mind?
What is it we’re all trying to find?
Is there a magic pill that would take sadness away?
Would we still experience grief but in another way?

Is sadness a state of mind?
What is it we’re all trying to find?
Is it our thoughts that make us feel blue?
Is what we’re thinking really true?

Is sadness a state of mind?
What is it we’re all trying to find?
Are we looking for someone to take the pain away?
When we know, that’s not possible,
it would be here to stay.

Is sadness a state of mind?
What is it we’re all trying to find?
Have we forgotten what we’re here to do?
Have we given ourselves time to think it through?

Maybe it’s possible to wave sadness away?
Maybe we shouldn’t allow it to stay?
The answers are written deep in our hearts,
We know we would find them, we’re just too scared to start.

Maybe it’s possible to wave sadness away,
And tell our minds we’re not going to let them play,
If we focus on what we’re here to do,
Sadness would be an emotion we would never have to go through.

So you’re asking,
What are we here to do?
The answers are written deep inside me and you!

Dallaa Moussallati

Poetry

Syrians and The Tyrant

Can you imagine waking up one day,
To be told that your safety could be taken away?
To be threatened with death every minute of the day,
Where you’re hounded with the thought,
Was all this worth the say?
That you may not have food or water to eat and drink,
And all you could do is painfully watch your ship sink,
All this because you wanted injustice to fade away,
But you sadly realized by speaking up, it was here to stay.

Can you imagine waking up one day,
And your safety was taken away?
The ones you loved died in vain,
Every day was full of pain,
Your children cried themselves to sleep,
Cold and starving with nothing to eat,
Women were raped in their beds,
And all the streets were stained red,
Al this because of a wicked man,
Who killed his people to lay down his own plan.

Can you imagine waking up one day,
And the tyrant went away?
Children could sleep at night,
Men wouldn’t have to fight,
Women would question how did the tyrant go away?
He ruled the land; he was here to stay,
Well, One night he ordered a fight,
And planned to kill more people with fright,
But he didn’t know what God would send,
He thought he was the strongest of them all,
Until God, All Mighty sent his weakest creation to mock the man that stood so tall,
A Sandfly casually bit him on the leg,
Poisoned his whole body and the tyrant dropped dead!

Dallaa Moussallati

Poetry

The Birds

Why do birds wake up at dawn,
While we awake hours later and yawn?
Why do birds wake up tweeting away,
While we worry about another day?
Why do they spread their wings and fly,
While we curl up and cry?
Why do birds never worry about what they’re going to find,
While we count our wealth and are still so blind?
Why do birds rest at the end of the day,
While we still have so much to say?
What do they know that we know not?
Could it be that we’ve lost the plot?

Dallaa Moussallati