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
To the world's end.. Let's fly my friend, Then write and send;
The Dawn's Air
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,
Let Her Go
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.
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
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.
The Poet's Price
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
Bold of me, but you should know
Easy with judgment, but hard in vice
Like being a violin and poetry is the bow
Writing, to friendship, love with giving advice