Hamza Al Saieedy
Biography of Hamza Al Saieedy
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.
thank you for reading..
Hamza Al Saieedy's Works:
Not yet! but maybe in the far future! !
Hamza Al Saieedy Poems
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
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.
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!
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
To the world's end.. Let's fly my friend, Then write and send;
Listen to my words and keep it, .. mate! Life run fast and it's never wait; Live it right and walk it straight, Hold on tight and wait your fate.
Days and days.. since The moon is gone. Stars turn to dust, like an old bone. They are lot, though feeling lone. Come.. come, my dearest stone.
Making lies are the oldest art; Lie by lie makes you smart, Mere few words sent by heart. Yet, cool and fool are soon apart.
Thou are a knight of your own story Save the day and have your glory Well done fight, don't be sorry
Believe none, my love is true. Seek and choose, but not with view, Live to me; my heart for you. Bored of old, you need all new,
A lover dreams of his mistress Draws her with gold that glitters
A Strory Of Leaving!
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.
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,
A Night With Out You!
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!
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?
Kids running, with the dark grow,
My father comes, then a clouds follow.
Neighbors through the street; waiting snow.
The night hath came; flowing slow.
The sun hath left and dragged my shadow,