Poetry- Ahmad Al-Khatat

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​The Nights Are Long
​On The List
The Noise of a
Homeless Barefoot

by Ahmad Al-Khatat 
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​The Nights Are Long
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Dreaming of you explains
why the nights are long with
more longing
I still have your scent on
my arms
Even though I let you slip far away

I want you to stop me
from sinning
Take me away from all of
those sins
let me be closer to your
shiny faith
People die like the
branches in fall

You spread love over my
miseries
And I turned love to a cloudy heart
You have always believed in a good
love, yet none of us said
goodbye

I broke my heart by the
full moon
I throw all of the pieces
up to the blue sky, before they start
to bleed
Now they are the steps
to heaven

​On The List

From the early inhaling
of the cigarette
Death arrived at my
private space again
I knew that I wasn’t on
the list this time,
like the last visit he did
with another list

Inside of me, every inch
is quite damaged I thought I died inside my
grandpa's dream
He died in the arms of
Baghdad, since then
I wished he never died
a million times alone

I smiled at death, and my
smile turned into an cemetery, with echoes
asking for forgiveness Nobody died for me, but
I always dream that I’ll die for the human,
who refused to cry if I die

I'm no longer interested to
live a life of homesickness
The thunder and lightning die screaming
to the rain
Death never answered
me, when I asked him
how
He died, when the stars
were clueless about their
death
Just like me…

9/07/2020 Bleeding Heart Poet Copyright


The Noise of a Homeless Barefoot

When I close my eyes to sleep or
more like try to avoid hearing
- the noise of a homeless barefoot
It reminds me of the coffin I saw

It was the perfect space that I felt
like I found the homeland
I seek now
Where I stop dreaming of a land
where It will accept me as a citizen

Since my birthland
offered me
limited choices, such as
born to death, born and rise in the orphanage
‘till I will die like a street animal.

The noise of a homeless
barefoot
- might be the only sound
I will hear
when my eyes will start
to bleed
after I decide to drink my
sorrows

Bio:​
Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available 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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