Early morning ..

I opened my notebook ..
to draw ..
my flower ..
to send it ..
as a packages ..
for the woman..
who staying alone ..
into my heart ..
and my imagination ..
At all the time ..
in my mind ..
before a sleep ..
and in my dreams ..
whom ..
Involved by her ..
passionately ..
in love ..
by decision ..
and covenant ..
Accompanied with me ..
since that day ..
she shook my hand ..

Hazem al ..

Era of imagination ..


and it's like that woman ..
from the era of imagination ..
from a thoughts of a poet's imagination ..
he exceled as well ..
about her ..
by his words ..
since ages ..
gone ..
we didn't live since ..
it's present ..
except hearing ..
only about ..
stories were ..
passed down ..
it described ..
just imprisoned ..
in a heart ..
and the imagination ..
of that ..
poet ..
the mad ..
of her ..
that ..
Lived ..
that time ..

so,..
no description ..
I am able to..
to say about the beauty ..
of her ..
even no prose ..
can write ..
about her beauty ..
in words ..

hazem al ..

Morning dew ..

Early morning dew ..
Shining on my window glass ..
It's like a breath coming ..
From the warmth of your guts ..
Came eagerly ..
To exchange with me ..
Those feelings ..
Which she lived ..
Her all night ..
Alone ..
Waiting for the morning ..
To wake me up ..
From my dream ..
About her ..
To flirt with me ..
With her words ..
She arranged ..
In letters of longing ..
Just ..
To be only for her ..
Since the beginning of the day ..

Hazem al ..

My invitation ..

killed me ..
her eye's look ..
with her interest ..
it pierced me ..
because of its warmth ..
to get me lost ..
my awareness ..
as i was in a world ..
not the world that i belong for ..
so, i ignored ..
everyone around me ..
as we are only ..
on this world ..
to start ..
exchange glances with her ..
while i drew for her on my face ..
a smile ..
with a wink ..
with my eye ..
telling her ..
would you please join me ..
and share me ..
my cup of coffee ..

she replied with a wink ..
and a sweet smile ...
announced that ..
accepted my invitation ..

Hazem al ..

The only wish ...

the last of my wishes ...
and the only wish ...
that i always dream about ...
and took my all moments ...
while i'm diving ...
through imaginary ...
day by night ...
is only ...
one wish ...
to live a real life ...
while my lips ...
kiss yours ...
while we ...
getting ...
a poetic night ...
a poetic one ...
as the main dream ...
that i live ...
every night ...

yes my angel ...
it's the wish ...
my wish ...
because of the love ...
that i hold ...
only ...
for you  ...


hazem al ...

The wonderful words ...

Like the words you are ...
in the verses of poetry...
selected wisely...
with beauty that contains...
of feelings...
all the beauty ...
with word ...
It has an impact ...
it dancing ...
forced by the heart ...
and shaking ...
all the lines ...
by a brilliant pen ...
that Lives ...
the pulse palpitations ...
to write what is in it ...
in the smallest detail ...
asked by heart ...
that the one who sees ...
inside you ...
the beauty ...
until the verses ...
get complete ...
with an announcement ...
that you are ...
the most wonderful words ...

Hazem al ...

Magical touch ..

it was a touch ..
as if it was ..
an angelic touch ..
from an angel ..
travelled ..
all her night ..
from heaven to earth ..
just ..
to excite me ..
with a desire ..
and she did ..
shook ..
all my body ..
with wonderful shivers ..
from it's strength ..
because of its softness ..
with that fragrance ..
heavenly ..
which i never ..
smelled as it before ..
to pierce me ..
obsessively ..
and to blows out ..
all my words ..
because of her ..
with a revelation ..
while I'm telling her ..
with shock ..
where are you from ..
and which universe ..
could has this beauty ..

Hazem al ..