Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, The Grey Revolution, and Noemi & Lips of Sweetness. He lives in Montreal, Canada. Depression My eyes are numb from crying, my hand hurts from writing, my head is slowly attaching my neck to the cords of death, -due to the sorrows, I have adopted by myself. Drop the Curtain Drop the curtain, please? The slam poetry is finally over The ones with the sad faces Will finally pull the trigger. The Limits of the Sun Take me to the limits of the sun Away from the miserable nest -of skeletons, simply because they remind me of my thirty-five years Take me back in your warm dream Where life’s bitterness appears more like a blooming rose in the direction of the cemetery, in which we can smile Take me to the sorrows of our home To learn how to love without weeping To learn how to raise you to the rainbow And learn about each other as we are one heart Take me somewhere far away so You and I we are one route to the darkness Nobody can get in our way, nor damage us The ones who are in, they will win and the -ones who escape will die for being lonely If you cannot take me anywhere near you Then allow me to sip on some of the best -poison, since I am weak to go on my own to the limits of the sun... Life or DeathMy spirit have Asked me questions, Like a musician Playing melancholy flute Life or death? Wilder wounds always extend Hope or fortune? Burning tears and not fallen Skeleton or flesh? Autumn cloud raining blood Hard or warm hearted? Heartbroken to be heartless Mirror or shades? The wind of late hours Morning or dawn? Twilight in the dell road Cured or luck? The sorrow of demon Nightingale or nightmare? Hidden dream of the future Vampire or empire? Slaughter sword in the graveyard Figurine or fame? The dictator forgives and never forget Ink or a notepad? Thoughts that can be judge by God Sickness or inspiration? A misery blooming in a colourless rose Whisper or tears? Echo of a lost spirit in Baghdad Hunter or ghost? Enemy who hates himself mostly Party or funeral? Holiday with a bloody screaming Nest or mysteries? Burning candle celebrating my lonesome. Unknown PathFrom the day I decided to damage Your life and break Every beat of my heart I walked down The unknown path I ran into trouble In the wrong places I lived a life Of unborn mind set Crying in holidays Gagging in funerals Your beauty became The sunshine to my darkness And I am still avoiding Missing you on my birthday I hated me before we met I loved nobody but the army That follows the leader of death Break my legs and let me love you again. On The LeavesOn the leaves Of autumn season, They are colour Of your flesh. On the leaves Of spring flowers, They will breathe Of your perfume. On the leaves Of the notebook, They are lines With your name. On the leaves Of life journey, Joy and tears Of one being. On the leaves Of poetry book, Rebound and dark Are the themes. On the leaves Of colorful mirror, Reflects your smile Against my request. On the leaves Of blind eyed, Joys arises when Dreams become hopes. Let's Cure our Wounds |
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