The most poisonous angle of hemlock
The deadliest trick of magicians
The hottest burning lust
Accusing the poet of cheating
Everyone who saw you was stunned
It boiled hard and evaporated
My big cancer pain
The oldest wound of my youth
Listen to me poetry with you
Don’t plan, don’t talk, listen
They made your poem with blood
They made you a crazy monster
The root reaches the bloodstream
The fruit that became the bomb of madness ripens
Pain remained from all my childhood
Half a meal was left as a stray child
Ask me how I am sick
From the night and ash of cigarette press
Burning from night to dawn
The incident was burned from two or three heads
My ruined house is because of you
The end of every road is your dead end
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I poured blood on my heart
What did you do to mess up the poem?
Sometimes you become more anemone than human
You became the cracked soul of Kashan
It was your poem after the cold season
No one doubted winter
Earthquakes are Forough’s work and that’s it?
Whatever they say is a lie and that’s it
May the blade of Zanjan creep over you
The blood of the lonely heart of your neck
If the poet is the master of chanting
The result is Nusrat Rahmani
Hazrat Alone is messed up
He mixed blood and thirst
It is old gambling to make sonnets
Losing ten rhymes overnight
My hand is broken, why should I go?
Ace, show me to believe
I am grounded in no one’s hands
I love this chained man
Put a flame on my repetitive night
I am dead from this kind of self-harm
I asked for good and bad
It’s no one’s fault, I wanted it myself
Hit the stone in my glass
Make your colorful slander
The thief of my golden nights
I’m breaking, I’m breaking
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I am waiting for a stormy night
At the door of my hour of destruction
My feet are full of regret
Like you, I am a pain in the street
I’m sorry for all the trouble
I’m looking for trouble again
Who is the man in the mirror?
He cried until he saw me
What is the attention of the sleeping clock?
Gradual dying is life
My exhaustion is nothing
I am not in anyone’s place
I am not the fruit of anyone’s dream
I am not confused watching anyone
I am not the taste of anyone’s lips
I don’t like anyone’s warmth
I have come to burn you
Tired of the amount of controversies
From the passage of Suq to the pits
Clinging to the forks since the night
With the arrow passing through the wings
I have come thirsty for years
I want you to drink a little love
Poem If I became a little monster
In the end, I was alone
Sometimes I was more disturbed than these
I was driven from everywhere in the world
I came back from the sea
Until you take it and die
I drank the poison of your sadness
Increase it as little as you can
I know the best incident
My best field event?
Bathe and perform miracles
Start with me again
Fly out of the window
Make my ear a mystery
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I mixed my day and night
What did you do to mess up the poem?
One step from you all my road
Begging for blood, a ready chest; I
They hit you hard with your poem
They put a seal of betrayal on your mouth
Anyone who has a pen is not an artist
Nasreh is not connected with Sareh
Laughter hung in the mouth
They mixed good and bad together
You have played in the rhyme playground
You have become a whore
At the corner of this battle, they shot darts
They did everything they could
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This post is written by Pari_khanum22