Biography of Ilham Ahmed
Não tenho ambições nem desejos.
ser poeta não é uma ambição minha.
É a minha maneira de estar sózinho.
I have no ambitions and no desires.
To be a poet is not my ambition.
It's just my way of being alone.
Ilham Ahmed Poems
Things We Left Behind
I Know You
I know you The shadow of a certain sacrifice; Miracles, you are all miracles.
The spectacle was fleeting, And moments shadowed our narrative,
The Blue Note
Infinite mothers Walk with elongated love
Fragments of a Prayer
Musing and whisper Have come and gone into the
Grief is the thickest soup of taste; Embellishment of that interior,
Laced with supernatural The impetus of time was in vogue
Go down Moses Hop and skip sorrow in short veil Kismet is playing the blue note of shame ...just sand but no ocean yet
ša nagbu amaru
How can I explain
Que Le Tout
Before reaching another prime Tragedy uncovered me
Time Out Of Time
sometimes The crickets parted in a passing dance sometimes You rearranged darling regrets
United by decay Men without shadows
Hanging from the hillside is a cow soon to be tipped God is watching
The scream of faces mouths forth to surrender under the insightful outline
Put your face on the face of your dream, and
Millions will laugh at you, strikingly.
These are the perpetual foes, creatures of ambition, panting.
Let them gape in craftiness.
Let our darkness prolong and devour the fanfare.