AbdelAziz Alhaider

Rookie (in that biue planet......that called earth / within the time of the sad creation)

AbdelAziz Alhaider Poems

1. Swing 7/10/2010
2. Trees 7/12/2010
3. The Sin 7/13/2010
4. The Way 7/15/2010
5. Times 7/16/2010
6. The Stone 7/21/2010
7. The Network 8/6/2010
8. Two Steps Prior To Departure 8/6/2010
9. The Mind 8/30/2010
10. There Is No Time 11/5/2010
11. Trifling Existence 11/7/2010
12. The Bridge 11/11/2010
13. The Love 11/15/2010
14. The Forest 11/28/2010
15. The East 4/28/2011
16. Titanic 2/6/2012
17. The Poem 2/16/2012
18. The Game.. And Beautiful Creatures 2/18/2012
19. The Last Journey 2/7/2012
20. The Far Time…..The Long Time... 2/10/2012
21. The Cemetery 3/16/2012
22. Thepoem 8/28/2013
23. Death 8/29/2013
24. Your Wars 4/28/2014
25. Viscosity 4/29/2014
26. I Do Not Know 5/3/2014
27. Waiting 5/4/2014
28. Waiter 2/22/2012
29. The Caravan 2/12/2012
30. Tomorrow 2/5/2012
31. Dust 10/7/2010
32. Grandson 8/6/2010
33. Sometimes 7/10/2010
34. Chatter 7/17/2010
35. Bringing Around 7/14/2010
36. Hijazi Stethoscopic Tone 7/10/2010
37. Braids Are Playing In The Wind 4/2/2012
38. Images Of The City 4/14/2012
39. Drop From The Café 2/28/2012
40. Hardness 3/4/2012
Best Poem of AbdelAziz Alhaider

the Coming Back To Zero Point

The coming back to zero point
Abdul Aziz Haider

He was creeping with the time
Extending with the time
In the depth of shaggy
Dealing with a dinner of algae dusty wet with dew
All the time in the picture of flower and cup
Two fingers in one hand
one hot wind
from suns of the truth was in their faces
together….they became single word in a poem, jumping between the lines
Or a flying feather in clear skies
the growth was rattling between the ribs of the trees
The ribs of the traveler
In the growth of the Wave
In the ...

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Hijazi Stethoscopic Tone

Are all nights those surprised us are the strange?
Are all ways those we digging are no things more than illusions and worms nestle in the wound?
Are all treasures of-pearl and ruby of heart... of the brazier's essence of the spirit?
Not more than the stones lying on the path of from falling? ?
Our lost are those steps watchful us and the passion, as they said from the oldest of the old burns lovers
And we burned... but still not be irrigated from the wound of the nights... and not be

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