Poem By Mohamed Eid

Women come and women go

And what is left is our yearning

Hungry and hollow and left alone

Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts

With soft feet and polished nails

and the wonderful pirouetting fragrance

Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts

Or stop for a moment to take a glimpse

Then turn their heads and pass me by

Comments about Women

Mohamed, my friend, there's a lot more to women than that. Please, read my poem Biology. May your god go with you, Jerry
wonderful imagery..well done

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Your eyes, they rove

In every stranger's face


A shroud is wrapped around a rose

Forsaken beauty is concealed


My love for you is an ocean of purity

And the tides they carry our kisses to the shore


I am bound for the sea; your heart in my heart
An ambassador from the garden

To: N # 2

In the winter
I miss the fiery sun