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, and The Grey Revolution. He lives in Montreal, Canada.
Close the Book
It’s the time to close the book of negativity Stop flipping over the pages of wasted years and stand in front of -waves of confidence It’s the time to close the book of remorse Start creating a place for satisfaction above -some dark thoughts of attempting suicides It’s the time to close the book of long isolation I want to feel like I am loved to my country, back to my life Smile again without wearing an emotional smile that lasts forever
Stronger than before I’m here under rainfall Getting stronger than before, because of you Stronger than feelings I’m wiser, and faster than the curious heart breaker We’re stronger than love You once made me happy I melted my heart into steel Just to always remember you Harder, better than memories Your friendship made me -stronger than the old times When I hear your voice alone I become stronger than death No more castles and empires Together we are stronger than greater, higher than old figures You make the heart grow healthier But the wind of your sweet scent -were stronger than a drunk soul Between us there is no intimacy we strongly keep on shining respect
I Am Human
I am human from all races I am looking for respect, condition -attitude and good behaviours I am human dancing with no silky touch but on my own for no reason sometimes, I am trying to live like a human My name is human being My age is the numbers of days of the dead fighter My soul is already taken Another human I once met her; she is the reason why the night is sad, no matter what I do aside from writing a poem or a song Can someone walk me home I am blind to trust strangers I am a silent human listening to dreamers talking to machine believers