AHMAD AL-KHATAT - POEMS

Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th (1989). From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote my very first poem back in the year 2000. He also Ahmad has been published in several press publications and his insightful. And he currently studies Political Sciences, and move on to study Journalism at the Concordia University in Montreal.

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                                  The Night of Sorrow
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The night of sorrow was the only time
I didn't feel to cry for myself or anyone,
Perhaps I can tell you that I was drunk.
Near by the stairs to walk up to the door,
I fall asleep with my spirit planning to fly
Away from my pain that caused by myself.
I tried to hold the door knob to enter the key,
I look at the moon smiling to my bleeding smile,
I was bleeding like a slave walking to the hell.
In between my thoughts; I wanted to go to work,
Therefore I quit and be a homeless till I die in winter,
So I live and sleep and suffer like a dirty dog street.
The night was judging my grieves from the cover,
And the wind blows my dreams from my very way,
Unfortunately I have no idea who am I anymore?
I get drunk within thinking of wonderful memories,
I don't get sick from smoking under the dusty stars,
I can't describe myself as the bird with broken wings.
Tears fall in love with the last kiss that stabbed heart,
And the sun heat was like the salt on all of my wounds,
The spring couldn't be trustful like the friends I have now.
In the night of sorrow, I discovered that I should be dead.
Your smile hid lots of emotions to me and my feelings had
dried from the time I cried for the first time I trusted you.
I give you my spring; and you have changed into the autumn,
I cannot sleep or open the home doors without bleeding and 
Crying of pain, wishing to hear my father praying for my death.
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                                   Breathless Cuddle
                        (Prose Poem)
 

Yesterday, In the same time I opened my glass to you,
And you were the first man that I smile with pure love.
 
Do you know how much it's worth to touch your face,
Touching your mustache with my hands who adopted
 
The enjoyment of hearing your voice that rhymes with
My heart beats like a song of God blessing our marriage.
 
They said that you are a romantic lover and mostly poet,
So many times I controlled my emotions of not weeping.
 
Even the night wasn't a little darker, but it was the warmest,
I breathe in his air, and so he draws my soul on his own heart.
 
The tears run the raining clouds during the summer,
You smile as if the war will end, and you know that I miss you.
 
If you really loved me, why you went to fight against terrorism,
Instead of sharing a bit of romance or throw me in your spring.
 
Every inch of your skin arose my feelings and emotions towards
The encouragement to accept that you will be back as the winner.
 
I look in your eyes now, I touch your hands now and nothing reacts
You are dipped in your blood, in a wooden box without a little hope.
 
I walk with tears falling down my cheeks, even when you dried mine
Grievances and taught me to cry with joyful tears of watching me.
 
In my prayers, and in my memories are no words can explain why
I still love you, you know that I didn't go the days of your funeral.
 
Although I have to admit that I am feeling breathless cuddle with
A man who was my husband for one night and a knight forever.
I am wearing black, just to remind myself of the darkness of you,
Where you kissed my forehead, I listened to your romantic poems.
 
I had to be the luckiest past wife and present widow of young age,
To fall in a relationship with a dead husband and martyr of the country.
 
24/09/2016
 
 
Note: this poem, it's about a woman describing her love
With her dead beloved husband, who went to war and die alone.
 
 
 

                        We Are all Going to Die


We are all going to die with nobody,
Seeking endlessly the color of the sun,
Ignoring the existence of the spring.


We shamelessly liked the old autumn,
When we are in line in the graveyard.


We are all drunk from being an alcoholic,
By avoiding correcting our mistakes,
Not appreciate the drinkable water.


We lied about our happiness and love,
When we are crying alone in the dark.


We love all the wrong person,
Share nothing but honest emotions,
Forgot the ones who sacrificed for us.


We dreamed of nightmares with open eyes,
Avoiding the rough lust of bargain dealers.


We are all betrayed more than one time,
Cuddling and kissing with more than one,
Staying away from the ones loved us more.


We throw our plans for the future to the blue sea,
Regarding nothing till we remember of our sins.


We have all two or three or more siblings,
From the same father and the same mother,
In reality, we are the best enemies and haters.


We burnt out the memories we have had before,
And reunited once a year, either in joys or sorrows.


We are all going to die for making bad decisions,
Taking the train and taking off by forgiveness station,
Instead, we take off to the most miserable death penalty.


We needed to remember that we have good health,
Unfortunately, we are selfish to accept the depression.
 
 
 
 
                             Midnight Dreamers
 

Once the lord created your beauty...
The rainbow melted inside your flesh.
They have asked me about my love,
I said he is occupied by one woman.
Mindless and heartless and careless,
Never understood the joys of a lover.
But the moon and the hanging stars,
Made a midnight dreamers to us two.
Where I write by all of your pictures,
Where I weep by all of your perfume.
The sun goes up and down every day,
Like the first time when we cuddled.
We drew each other so beautifully,
With heavenly colors to hide our grief.
With no tears, nor we did not bleed.
But my heart was beating to death.
Your smile wakes the dusty romance,
Where alł the stars became the candles.
With no cups, nor an expensive winery.
My spirit was dancing by your shadow.
Your flower leaves whisper to my mind,
Where you open the eyes of your heart.
I knew that I have been the hopeless man,
I was the luckiest to be a midnight dreamer.
I dream of nobody, I dream one of woman,
Will she comes back, or I will be the blind lover.