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.

​In the Cemetery

In the cemetery, I was standing on my knees,
reading verses of the holy book to the tombs
I was praying with tears on my cheeks
until the graveyard stopped me and asked me if
I was reading verses or reading sorrows 
with an emotionless face, he asked to repeat
I started reading again and, his face was getting 
red as his eyes were dropping my unrhymed tears
he stopped me with anger and screamed out
why more grieves, why more death, and less peace
I responded to him, why did hope sold us to traitors 
why life is struggling with us, why did the wars rape us shamelessly
we cried together as he was saying that he’s listening to
spirits weeping with us, as the clouds will rain again
he asked me again, why our world is no longer bright 
instead, it’s full of darkness and lots of bloody cuts
our grandparents were the farmers, who lift the sunshine 
and brunt themselves to death, just to protect the seeds
our mothers stole the moon from the wall of the night 
they hid in their coffins and the stars after our fathers
turned the rainbow into a solider in the zone of death 
and made the snow into a drinkable water to survive

​Inside of My Dream

​Inside of my dream
there’s a bird flying 
from one nest to an-
-other, without wings
Inside of my dream
there’s a man holding 
a sign that says, I 
have serious cancer
Inside of my dream
there’s one refugee 
with tears of grief 
because he lost hope
Inside of my dream
there’s a young lady
smoking, and waiting
for the train to suicide
Inside of my dream
there's a black cat
staring at me, and 
waiting to the end of my dream

​Adoption

​When I was a teenager
I donated to a little orphan
since then I made a vow that 
I would adopt her, and marry her
Days go by and nights come 
I learned how to hurt myself 
by doing bad habits that will 
guide me to die below the bridge
I lost count of my harmful cuts 
I lost all the joyful memories and 
moments from weeping beneath 
the lights of the miserable bar
My mother thought that I was well,
As my smile hid the tears that 
damaged my physical therapist 
within minutes after hearing me
I lost many chances and luck
until I met a broken heart,
she cried when she knew that I 
found what was missing of me
I found her 
between all of my poetry
between all of my cigarette smoke 
I tried to lose her
as I saw my shadow following her
Ann you didn't adopted a regular girl
you have definitely raised one angel
that showed me life with colours
From your love and care for my princess
the grief inside of me has smiled when
your daughter kissed my salty lips and 
wiped my tears, hopefully she will
close my eyes after my smiling face rests