Painting You

Ahmad Al-Khatat

I will be painting you below
the curious moon next to
a pallet of mixed emotions
with a brush full of feeling

The truth is I am a sad tear
and not a colour of rainbow
in your eyes all the colours
dance all over your canvas

I see the smile of yours truly
similar and the arrival of the
summer sunrise and feel the
thirst of your lips from the rain

Make me your model for a second
catch me with your will for an hour
my soul and eyes must be awake
to feel your touch like an angel kiss

And I will colour your moisture
lips with a rare leaf from autumn
with your hair, I will draw the running
horses around your scent forever

Ahmad Al-Khatat

Death of a Poet

Tonight is calm but windy
It feels like someone is around 
To murder the drunk man in the bar
Or maybe it will be the death of a poet

Perhaps, that means I will die
Death will strip my spirit bare
To see my family and watch their tears
As I observe if my friends are the loyal ones

Unfortunately trust is lost to me
As I have deep sorrows inside my life
My eyes weep with tears flying as
Autumn leaves to the front door of my neighbour

Painful grieves draw my darkness below
The moonlight and colour me with colours
It will be the way to lift me up and be strong
As a flower dancing from the sensual drops of rain

I would love to envision my own funeral
Since there is wrong or right to observe the
Faces will be dark as a raining cloud or the other
Ones that smile as the rainbow is seen from my coffin 

 Ahmad Al-Khatat

  

Sign of a Bitter End

Next week,
I will be older than usual 
Tuesday coming,
I will meet with a sign of a bitter end

Anxiety, depression, low self-esteem
Are in my mind and heart growing
With no strength to talk about them to anyone
I can't offer to meet with a psychological

I tattoo love, joys, and inspiration to
The people I love and to the ones that
Still have a death wish against me without
Realizing that I can't be happy anymore

In my days, I met with so many clowns
Some they taught me how to cry with
No falling tears, I have learned how to
Hold my broken heart like a homeless

I always wanted to live a life of a angel
No worries, no more stress from haters
I wish if I can chose and live a quit,
Simple, and basic survival of the day

I can never judge my life as wonderful
It's full of downs more than ups
Even though, I don't go to clubs or
Bars to meet with priceless bodies

I'm very sensitive and my friends stab me
Like if I won't bleed by myself in darkness
My problem is I never appreciate my life
And I can't weep for my own grieves

The rain forces me to dance by the mist
Without the moon and the stars I see you
From the lights of my homeland in which
Death could observe well and not you

Five of my good friends passed away
I will be the sixth to reach them sooner
But I can't because you are my true love
I learned from you to be stronger than ever 
Ahmad Al-Khatat          

My Biography

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.