Hamza Al Saieedy

Hamza Al Saieedy Poems

Maybe there is a mighty cause
Or a reason for what it was
Maybe god is not pleased with me
For the way I would like to be
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To the world's end..
Let's fly my friend,
Then write and send;
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By the dawn's moist air I wake to see,
All that made in a divine fantasy.
Though my eyes can't peer further the fence;
Nor far than Tigris's flowing clarity,
...

Now, I'm alone
the night is gone
it’s a new dawn
forget, move on
...

for manners always take off the hat;
but a gentleman already knows that,
bright, could it be or dark as a bat!
smile and greet, then wait there sat.
...

Not beauty that I seek in a man’s face;
No, but mere for few drops of dignity.
Those that makes him stands for the people's case,
And teaches him that of courage to show pity
...

Who lived with fire afraid no burn,
By other faults wiseman learn.
Trust is free, it must be earn.
Poor is a dress waiting to be worn!
...

8.

Easy to despise what you can't get!
Risk it all, but lost the bet;
Try no more your luck is set.

Luck is the pery of the dice,
...

Seek no more true man is rare.
Love me now or leave me spare.
Time and patience bring it to bear
Keep on fighting and show no despair.
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A lover dreams of his mistress
Draws her with gold that glitters
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Never wrote poetry in mansions rows
Or stood in demand of price
yet, it's a vow and my soul owes
On poetry, never bet or throw a dice
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Locked in my house like a frightened widow!
Watching; sunset and enjoying the show,
A redden sky, A sight of a crow.
The earth turning, the world moving to low?
...

13.

Rain me with love, then rise; my lady.
Rise me with misery, though show some pity.

Oh; my lady, your cosmos is calling my name.
since your off; my world hasn't been the same.
...

Thou are the one in my wake and my dreams,
Thou are the bright of my poem and it beams!

My love! what reasons I may have but thee!
...

Peace upon the wind that rustle home,
Through the ruins to the golden dome.
News, Than gusts carving the eternal sand;
And ships overriding The blacken land!
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Let's cry and sing
I am your king

Through good or bad
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17.

Drunk! ? not yet, oh some more wine
Than poetry; poets haven't left a line
Yet, words hath the sword's tine
Read the sky, witnessed the sign
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Saw the sky; mirror to the sun
Day's reflection brightening the moon
Felt the wind leading to the way
Making the joy, sharing the good
...

Higher than guns the hearts screech,
Louder when it's white; yet bleeds
Upon the paper of speech
Rising the pain through it needs..
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20.

Poetry is a world of emotion;
Living it is the highest promotion.
Large as the sea, wide as the ocean.
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Hamza Al Saieedy Biography

My name is Hamza Al-Saieedy (Lio) I was born at the 28th of July 1994. I’m a freshman (student) ! as for where I live, well! I live in Iraq. My home town is called Al-Nasr in Thi-Qar. I love poetry but sadly I’m too shy to write with my mother-language. so once I read the first two lines of William Shakespeare’s and I saw the similarity between the two languages (Arabic and English) ! Thus I studied the English literature specifically poetry, so I tried to mix in every possible way between the two poetic cultures. The reason after my poetry is a girl (as common as it seems but I have other reasons you may notice while you’re reading my poems) . My favorite poets are W.Shakespeare, W.Wordsworth, Maya Angelou, W.Blake, Emily Dickinson, ..etc. I don’t a specific type or style of poetry! So I hope you could keep up with me and comment on my posts, because I need every opinion I can get! You can reach me on Facebook or you can visit my other blog. https: //www.facebook.com/hamzeh.t.ali thank you for reading..)

The Best Poem Of Hamza Al Saieedy

Save My Home

Maybe there is a mighty cause
Or a reason for what it was
Maybe god is not pleased with me
For the way I would like to be
I've prayed under the gilded dome
For god and said ' please save my home'
Oh God
Save my home
Save my home
My Home
And all what left of these wars
Is empty streets and broken doors
The blood has colored Tigris streams
Pulling the souls of nomad dreams
The north's wounds are running deep
I didn't know how the blood is cheep
They'll write in the history tome
That none would ever save my home
Oh God
Oh god Please
Save my home
Save my home
My Home
Dear I can't see the sun of tomorrow
All I imagine is pain and sorrow
As the monsters those people are wild
They took the life of a thousand child
Who carried the rifle can't show no love
But we all know that our god above

But God,
people are equal as the teeth of the comb
crying for you to save their home
Save ours
Save my home
My home
O, HOME

Hamza Al Saieedy Comments

Wasan H Ibrahim 08 February 2015

Thank you very much for visiting my page and for your encouraging words, kind of you... Due to my exams I will not be able to read your poems till the end of this month which I yearn to read and comment on...till then...accept my best regards..

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