Poetry

August 3, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Surian Soosay image

 

By

Ahmad Al-khatat

 

 

 

Season of Tears

 

 

I cry for you a river in a unique season

flying over my journey without you

I walk with sword tagging on my neck

‘till I feel comfortable to slaughter myself

with no doubts, and dreams to come true

 

As my head walks away to the

unknown, as my body falls by the dead

roots, as my flesh looks like a branch

 

A hunter sees my head bleeding and

goes after to chase it with no mercy

he eats it, with tears of lifetime grieves

While my body stays still with the animals

respecting the science of God as well as my

religion for treating everyone with love

 

The clouds rain above my bones slowly

As my skeleton breaks into flammable

ashes, and the forest weeps

me another river

 

 

 

 

 

Smoke

 

 

I adore the smoke of a cigar

with a cup of expensive liquor

to relax my mind and spirit down

from over thinking without an end

I follow the smoke of a hot bath

when I see the hot water slide off

her bare flesh slides down the tub

with worries, that I will miss her one day

I get scared from watching

black smoke in my homeland

because I know that people die

below and it creates a funeral in a feast

 

 

 

 

 

Await Your Reply

 

 

The last time I heard myself it was when

My thoughts were flying like the butterfly

Below the black moon by the dead clouds

With broken stars and rain died of missing

The farmer who died for planting the planets

 

My happiness is the weight of a dry leaf

And my sorrow is like the old feelings of

A broken tree with no will to grow heathy

Some many doors are locked and unlocked

A few of them encourage me to go suicide

 

I stopped drinking water to drink alcohol

I stopped smoking cigarettes to use drugs

I stopped remembering friends to die alone

I stopped laughing to cry and weep bloods

I even stopped learning about my lonesome

 

Feeling empty and unable to weep with tears

No place or corner to hide from people talking

Nobody wants to respect me and be my friend

You may have some promises to work on them

Just recall that God will see respond to you with

 

Await your reply……

 

 

 

 

 

Veil of the Moon

 

 

My heart has many doors for you tonight

Many candles I have for our anniversary

But no more wishes are worth asking for,

When everything is falling apart ‘tween us

 

I miss listening to the music of my homeland

Where I see myself as lucky or even a loser

I’m a happy being dancing by the flowers

Stepping on the leaves that will hide my grave

 

I just want to go back and fix the damages

I tried to fold my mistakes from the past

While love letters and roses bloom under the rain

 

But you ignore my tears and miserable smile

 

My grandma died before Mother’s Day

She’s away and unseen, unheard, and unsure

If she will understand the reason why is her

Veil is now worn by the moon in the early dawn

 

Nobody wants to remember me anymore

Nobody cares if I will live for today or not

So many pictures taken and familiar faces,

Unfortunately, those faces are no longer the same

 

I’m sorry for being who I am to you all

Maybe I should let my heart break slowly to

Feel the distance between life and death

The veil of the moon is my grandma’s face waiting on me

 

with no seeds growing hope; nor leaves

 

 

 

 

 

Ahmad Al-khatat

Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his very first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and currently studies Political Sciences, at the Concordia University in Montreal. He has recently published his first chapbook “The Bleeding Heart Poet” with Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook. 

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