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<3 <3 <3 <3

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Simply amazing. Uncomfortable like all hell to read, which I hope has impact on the ones who are too biased by their blessings to feel the bitter taste of reality.

I honestly don't know what to say to this...there is so much emotion here that I'm quite speechless and feel totally inadequate to comment...

Don't
write about it unless you're grabbing
bars with both hands and
screaming
so hard
so loud
as if your scream could melt
the iron down.
^^^
WOW!!! just WOW!!!

Let this city die in peace,
this city where broken hearts
watch the sunset, and smile,
because it's beautiful,
this city that learnt to look for
beautiful, to see beautiful everywhere,
to snatch it and hug it
carefully.

The city where we laugh through
tears, where we caress the hunger in
our bellies,

and move on.

We all know this isn't a painting, God bless Syria, but the way you write is truly an art.

Another weekly win.

Men at war, are given no fun. Against all odds, victory prevails.

This could be some excellent spoken word. I could feel your voice so strongly already even without hearing.

Congrats, my best poet! <3

Thank you, guys. <3

I found it, so straight and true. Good

A heart touching yet a truth filled poem. Each verse brings out vivid imagery and the writer's voice is clearly heard. Congrats on the win.

There really aren't many words to add here, Noura, but I feel sometimes our "vents" or "rants" or whatever you want to call them are the most truthful, breathtaking pieces. This needed to be written and each line speaks with a loud voice.

Congrats on the win!

Congrats, I feel only those with a true knowledge and experience of these situations have the right to write like this,

much deserved win

Judging comment:

The emotion stirring within this piece is something that cannot be contained, and something I cannot even fully grasp because I am not the one living in this fear, witnessing death everywhere I go. I have found with a lot of your poetry that you have a few lines that are "staccato", and you speak without sugarcoating, as directly as you can. I love that as it may be painful to read, I know it is not an exaggeration and that words still cannot express the horror of this violence. The opening line of "this isn't a painting" introduces the poem so well, capturing the reality that we all may protect our eyes from. It's not abstract; it's real. The third stanza is overwhelming in its intensity, and it is something I remember the most. "Don't write about freedom if you're home." How true is that? We talk and speak at how blessed we are of these freedoms, yet we may not know what it is like to live without them. The ending is more soft and I like how you write about beauty, still believing in it and searching it, wanting to embrace it once more. A seriously breathtaking write! (10)

Noura, what can I say? Your poetry truly amazes me! You have captivated, inspired and humbled the reader with this poem.. I cried through the entire poem and am not afraid to admit that.
You have shed light upon war, devastation, murder and mayhem- adding a very classy and yet "In your face" look at the feelings and emotions that come with true gut wrenching sorrow that is being shed upon this world. This poem needs to be spread worldwide (It is by being shared upon this site) however it needs to be sent to every media coverage as well...
I can't say enough... Top poem on this site to date!

Beautiful expression of the ignorant killing the ignorant while the sweet, innocent, young, loved and peaceful are the ones who truly suffer.