AHMAD AL-KHATAT - POEMS

Ahmad Al-Khatat. He 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 first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, and Chinese. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline”.  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.

​SECRETS IN DEATH

​I hate crying for any reason
But when I think about you
And miss nobody but you
I fall in love with my tears
Because every drop owns
A scent of times we shared
I adore talking to your shade
That I could create it nearby
Your tomb that ends our love
Tonight, I will pull the trigger
To fold our romantic story for
No reason and burn the pictures
This life can’t bring you back
A lover like me suffer till death
And jokers will still ignore me
My poetry is not readable cause
My wounds are growing up and
I’m the young and drunk sailor
Sailing over my blood and tears
Witnesses see me and never give
Me a napkin to feel the blessings
I will finish drinking my aches and
Get myself drunk with a bit of pain
Maybe, I shall smoke a cigar to die
Like a homeless on the dirty street
Nor like my poor grandpa who died
In his house alone by the dusty bed.
O God why I’m suffering with a broken
Heart that beats like a weeping clown
Let today be a greatest day to breathe
Life and forgive all haters and forgive
The cause why do I feel powerless with
Or without someone to trust my keys with.

​COLD HANDS

It's cold outside and I'm
On my own with cold hands
By the car lights and terrific
Yet, you are still in my mind
Nobody wants to hear me
People are busy with their own
Daily routine and bit of problems
And I'm weeping for missing you
The winds blow lots of leaves
And the autumn clouds drop rain
With lovers dance under the moonlight
While I'm singing to all the stars
The street gets less busy and
Kids' sleep on grandparents, old tales
Meanwhile, I'm drawing of your perfume
And smiling from your smiles in pictures
I prepare myself a warm cup of tea
With a few cigarettes left in the pack
I smoke and write about the days we loved
I warm my lips to recall your words
One thing keeps me stronger is that
You are in paradise and it feels good too
See you beautiful without makeup nor
Tears from all the years I waited to kiss you
 

​THE BLOOD OF FLOWERS

​I live a life surrounding lines
The purest air is now toxoid
My choices are quite down
I had to breath of the sinner
Since then I am always wrong
Visible mouths smoke cigars
Bring tears and dark bubbles
Cause I recall my father smoked
His suicide from the same pack
Of lung cancer that I shared with
Can't get enough spring below the
Lost garden and the blood of flowers
The woman who caused the moon
It's the first hostage and last destiny
In the road to the emergency room
Oprah drinks of the sweet water and
Dies and nobody stays by his dreams
The guns of Baghdad have chosen me
As the body deserves the death penalty
I wonder who moved my beats of my heart
 

​I HAVE ONE KISS

​I have one kiss to my religious prophet
Who offer me a religion in forgiveness
And peace with myself and to others
I am who I am I love you for the way
You are and not the way others judge
You for the freedom of speech they own
I have one kiss to the running tears
For making some of my dreams true
For offering me a beautiful woman
Who taught me a lot about myself
Who showed me the realistic me
And stopped me from digging a hole
I have one kiss to my lifetime queen
For making the rain into a symbol for
Bliss and blessings and not a day worth
My death and creating above my mind
A little daughter running 'tween the borders
Of Guatemala and Iraq happy forever
I have one kiss to the writer about love
For making him into a sweet and pure
Tree with green branches and loving
Fruits to taste and making alcohol to
Drink all the leaves to get drunk later
And wake up with a bigger sunny smile
I have one kiss to the sea of no regrets
And mini kisses to the grain of salt in it
Who help the refugees to sail safer and
alive to a greater land to their little kids
And adults as well, and leave their worth
To start a life facing the face of racism
I have one kiss to the church and temple
For letting me praying to my God without
Holding weapons behind my head with a
Question if I am Christian, Jew or Muslim
And accepting me the way I am myself and
Didn't ask me questions to change my believe