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May 2017 · 530
THE ULTIMATE ENQUIRY
Jawad May 2017
When it comes to big decisions
We often don’t want to decide
Because we have some motives to hide

We don’t want to share them
Because we are afraid
Of what might be said

We are afraid
Of people who have power
Over our feelings and thoughts
Who’s bad opinions about us
Feel daunting

Or because us not wanting
The expectations of others
To be lower

We are afraid
Of not appearing perfect
And pretend that nothing has it effect
On our decisions, thinking,
And emotions

We are afraid
Of digging deep
Finding something that creeps
The hell out of us

Were are afraid
Of searching
Because the path
Long and steep
Might lead
To our ugly truth
As dark as an abyss

But its amazing
Why the most difficult thing
For us to understand
Is ourself
When we are with ‘it’ a lifetime
When we can hear it think
Feel it feel
Watch it change

It makes we wonder
What we were doing
All this time,
Beside not understanding ourselves?

It makes me think
What worth have all these shelves
Of books and diaries and pictures
If they don’t help us figure out
Who we are?

It makes me ask
What value traveling so far
Around the world has
If it doesn’t make us
Tackle the ultimate task:
To understand
Were we stand
From accepting
Our essence
That Justifies
Our presence
Decisions
Actions

The wise keep repeating
Know yourselves...
But we keep deceiving
Ourselves

Yet the most important thing
When dealing with ourselves is
Not to lie
The most important question
To ask ourselves is
*“Who am I?”
A semi-poem half-prose that I wrote yesterday when thinking about my current situation and that of several people I am in touch with.

Its odd, but sometimes several people, including myself, go through the exact situation at the same time, and need the exact same realisation:

I seems that the roots of most of our problems go back to lying to ourselves and not knowing who we really are...
May 2017 · 1.4k
THE COAST
Jawad May 2017
When cliffs and waves clash
Continuous tournament
Victor is unknown
~.~
Imagine if cliffs were our believes
And waves the opinions of others
Will the debate ever stop?
How often do we change our mind?
But just like it is on shores
Sometimes waves bring nice shells and stones.
So does the ongoing debate.
There is no clear victor
But the debates might always bring good ideas.
Therefore
Lets embrace debates
Even if they don't end up with us changing our believes
Because
We might be missing out on some great ideas!
May 2017 · 598
THE LITTLE LOVE SONG
Jawad May 2017
Let me love,
For I can not deny.

Let me love,
My love is not a lie.

Let me love,
Since without love I die.

Let me love,
I’m not ashamed to cry.

Let me love...
Though its not meant to be.

Nonetheless,
I strongly need to try.

For this time,
Maybe I’ll touch the sky.

On the moon,
Engrave your gracious name.

Be a star
Shining bright with your love.

Be the sun
If you would feel the same.

“I love you”
I need you just to say.

I’ll be fine
This day till forever.
Cheesy dreamy little poem about love.
May 2017 · 1.3k
POETRY GAMES
Jawad May 2017
Sometimes, writing poetry feels like...

Playing Charades using metaphors to describe your actions
Solving Jigsaw Puzzles to assemble your current thoughts
Using Ouija boards to converse with your own feelings

Sometimes, reading poetry feels like...

Playing Poker when you study the writer's intentions
Connecting the poet's thoughts as if you were playing Dots
Figuring out the writer's feelings like in Strings

                                                      ­         Anyways, its always *fun!
Its amazing to think about how many things poetry can be...
May 2017 · 1.2k
GRANDPA’S DANCE
Jawad May 2017
Dear Earth,...*

Eighty seven times
 Did you circle in your dance
  With grandpa the golden sun
   Many thousand times
    Did you spin him round and round
     And your dance keeps going on
      ...
      But you dance so wild!
       Ignoring that he is tired
        And his uncountable pains...
         Let him catch his breath!
          Can’t you notice his bad cough?
            ...
           Why being so rough?
           Where’s the fun in that?
           He is dizzy now!
          Let him rest the night.
          ...
         Why not dancing slow
         Like most ladies love to do
       And let him for once
      Be the man he always was
     Let him lead the waltz!
    ...
   Why on purpose step
 On his foot and let him limp
Loosing his balance
While you continue the dance?
...
Why the need to sing
Almost scream extremely loud
Making his ears ache
 On the fringe to become deaf?
  Why not hum along
   While you dance to moonlight songs
     Like most ladies do?
      ...
      Why stealing the dance
       With his wife during their song
        But give her away
         To some strange and lonely star
          Quickly getting back
          Not letting him do some talk
          And mingle to share
          Some of his dreams with others?
          ...
          But you are selfish!
          You will keep him for yourself
         While we know that once you’re bored
       You’ll do just the same
      With him, like you’ve always done
    With others and let him go
  After he’s tired and soar
  Let another star take him
And then once he’s gone
You’ll keep going on
Looking for more fun..
Dancing with others...
...
Please...
Slow down...!
I've been living with my grandfather and aunt for more than 3 years now. While doing my graduate studies here in Iran, I chose to take care of them instead of living in the dorms (which is not a great place to live anyway).

Its always painful to see my grandpa's health deteriorate day by day, him suffering from insomnia, bad coughs, dizziness, disorientation, hearing difficulties, back pain, difficulties in walking, isolation, the loss of control in many aspects of his life, and all kinds of other pains. And on top of that, my grandmother's death to whom he was married for almost 60 years.

Sometimes, we wish that time would go slower and that it would give us a break, because the thought of loosing someone we care about, despite being inevitable, is really terrifying.
May 2017 · 628
IMAGINARY SLUR
Jawad May 2017
She'd say: You poet, you liar
You truly will end up in hell
You shall be burning in fire
Cause  poems are lies that you just tell
Using nice words and metaphors
Aiming to put me under spell

I'd say: Well, some of it came true
I am burning, but with your love
Softly tortured with your bright lights
The poems for you are merely sighs
Longing for you at sleepless nights

Thinking about you all the time
Telling the truth, nothing to sell...
You did put me under your spell!
With hazy eyes that hypnotised
Gently my mind, until I fell
                                               For you...
If poets' exaggerations are lies, the they are beautiful ones...
May 2017 · 1.2k
IMAGINARY FIGHT
Jawad May 2017
If I would have a fight with you
I'd suddenly smile and calm down
You'd say: Wait! I am not yet done!
You and I? No! We are not through!

I'd say: Okay, if you say so...
I only looked you in the face
Despite the anger and the frown
I still can see beauty and grace

And then the fight would really end
With a deep kiss, and long embrace...
I hope that many fights will end like this...
May 2017 · 355
TIRED
Jawad May 2017
tired, I fall asleep
lonely, I fall apart
my broken soul sinking
s
~l
o
w~
l
~y

~i
n

a~

d
a~
r
k~

p
o~
n
~d 
   
~b
e
t~
w

e
n~

here...and...beyond 
covered.with.sand.and.mud~dreaming.of­.love.that's.lost
Really tired right now...
May 2017 · 709
INTERNATIONAL
Jawad May 2017
Not Iraqi, nor Irani
With ancestors, Pakistani
And some fine roots
From India
But my main roots
Arabia
Did spent some time
In Austria
And later on
In Syria
Now heartbroken
And writing poems
In language of
Britannia
I'm heartbroken
Cause I lost you
Your heart is where
I'm calling home
Since its the place
Of which I can
Honestly say
I'm coming from.
Officially, I am an Iraqi born in Iran, but sometimes I really have to think hard about where I am really from :-). If we look closer however, all people are international , and the only place we can call home is the heart in which we find love.
May 2017 · 448
HOME
Jawad May 2017
Home*?
A person, not a place!
And I'm homeless
With no space
To be myself
With someone else
To be with you
And not alone...
If you really think about it, home is not a place but a person with whom you can be yourself and without you really feel lonely and homeless
May 2017 · 1.8k
PERSIAN RUG
Jawad May 2017
~~~~~A PERSIAN RUG~~~~~
           Just like your soul          
Complex and stunning
Piece of art
Woven for years
With patient love
By hands of your
Amazing life
...
It gets the redness
From your lips
The blueness from
Your open mind
The green parts from
Your hazing eyes
The whiteness from
Your shining smile
...
Let me lie there
On this beauty
Let's fly away
High up the sky
Show me around
On a journey
The magics of
'Poetry Land'
~~~~~~~~~PERSIA*~~~~~~~~~
She was from Iran...
May 2017 · 572
DEMONSTRATION
Jawad May 2017
We want food!
           Brotherhood!
Human rights!
Equal pay!
Don’t ban faith!
Lets vote now!
Solve the crimes!
Tell the truth! Don’t **** trees!
We’re not safe! Privacy! Give us jobs!
We want peace! Don’t throw bombs!
Tax no more! Save our earth! Despots out!
Don’t hurt girls! Fix the law! Don’t **** boys!
Stop the war!  Disobey! Refugees, welcome here!
Racists: stop! Leak the docs! Heed the crowds! We are free!
We are here! We are strong! You are weak! You’ll be judged! Don’t forget!
D     E     M     O     C     R     A     C     Y     !
Decions makers need always to be reminded who really is in power...
May 2017 · 823
THE FRANKENSTEINISH POEM
Jawad May 2017
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dog who eats my poem
And a tree that is burned down
And a cog that does not turn

Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a book that is sold cheap
And a cousin that is hurt
From the roof eager to leap

Nothing saddens my heart more
Than the earth so full of trash
And myself who is asleep
While the years moving like flash
In case you are wondering about the odd title and the unrelated lines in this poem: in the last day of National Poetry Month (NPM), valerie asks us to reuse lines from the different poems we wrote during the NPM. The result of this exercise was this poem that is like Frankenstein's Creature, a freak. If you want to know from were the different limbs (ideas) in this poem came from, please read my other poems.

Confession: I didn't use exact lines but only the topics that I was talking about in the other poems.

Here is the link to the last prompt in the NPM:
https://hellopoetry.com/blog/entry/npm-end-of-the-month/
Apr 2017 · 593
BIG STAR
Jawad Apr 2017
STAR BG is our BIG STAR
Shining light, that goes so far
Helping writers that are lost
East to West,
Beyond the coast.

With a big heart, that is whole
Guiding post, that is her role
Charming souls to rock and roll
With great poems
That joy, utmost!

And kind messages
Reaching all
Encourage us,
And make us boast.

Kind words, so precious
They don’t cost
Yet do they matter
To us most!
To STAR BG, who is supportive and encouraging us all!

Follow her, this is her profile:
https://hellopoetry.com/u690296/
Apr 2017 · 718
MYSTERIOUS WOMEN
Jawad Apr 2017
Let's face it!
Many men are dumb
Regardless where they’re coming from

If they were not mysterious
We’d never take them serious

If they were understandable
More men would treat them 'low level’!

Mystery should make curious
It shouldn't make us furious 

The mystery is there to keep
Us fell unsure and insecure

Riddle, to spend with all our life
Trying to nail it, endless strive!

As long as we don't understand
Things will be perfect and as planned

Cause mystery is there to teach us
To be human, and not just men...
Inspired by a conversation I had with a friend about the mystery of women. My opinion was that it is necessary for women to be mysterious to us and that we don't understand them completely. Otherwise we would take them for granted.

There is this saying that goes like 'questions are more important than answers' because when looking for answers, more questions will pop up and we will learn a lot of things during our journey that are more valuable than the original answer we were looking for. And as long as the search is going on, we will be truly human and alive.

And I think this applies to the relationship between men and women. Its not about understanding women as  mush as it is about our journey to understand them that makes us wiser, more considerate, and humble. And I think a little but of insecurity and self-doubt is healthy when it comes to men, in oder to keep the ego in check. Besides, women who see in men the determination to understand them will appreciate their effort, even if men still don't get them completely. But sadly enough, many of us men are not patient and want everything our own way. And if we don't get women, we get angry, which basically means, we go for the dump option instead of being smart about it and wonder what makes women really tick. The mystery is a good challenge that we need to face, and it makes our relationship with women more interesting.

Of course, this advice is directed to myself before anybody else, but I am trying to learn how to be smarter about women.
Apr 2017 · 1.9k
BREAKFAST
Jawad Apr 2017
Me, rough brown bread;
You, soft pale butter;
Honey...
Let's be breakfast together...
Only tea is missing in the equation, but I don't know how to put that in :-D
Apr 2017 · 475
BLESSED OF LUCK!
Jawad Apr 2017
When a bullet enters the ear
But doesn’t ****

When a boy runs
On the fence
And doesn’t fall
Except for once
Which by sheer chance
Was just the first
Not second floor

When a man defies
Some unjust rules
Deciding to jump
Of the roof
But doesn’t die
And only breaks
A single leg

When a lady gets
Almost hundred
But rarely cries
Despite sorrows
And much demise

When a child injures
One of his eyes
But still can see
And jump and play
Like it should be

When young man rides
A motorbike
Is hit by car
Hard from behind
And yet survives
With a few scares

When scorpion
Does make its mind
To live with me
Just walking bye
So many nights
While I’m asleep
Without a sting

I call this luck
And all blessings
Poured over me
And family...
In my home country Iraq, its really a miracle to survive, not only because of terrorism and war, but also because life is hectic and full of danger, and people behave so recklessly. Here are some horrible things that happened to members of my family, but because they were lucky and blessed, they got away with it. That includes me.

- A ‘cold bullet’ (a bullet fired in the air somewhere far away) went into the ear of one of my cousins, entering in a very strange angle and stopping right next to the spinal cord in his neck but he survived; today, he is blessed with a beautiful family of his own, and the bullet is still ‘there’, because doctors refused to operate so close next to the spinal cord. But thankfully, its not moving!  
- Another cousin used to walk, or sometimes run(!!) on the fences surrounding the roof of my grandparents two story house. In Iraq, roofs are flat and have fences. So he always got away with running on the fences of the second floor. But once he did it on the veranda fence of the first floor and fell. He still got away with some minor injuries but up to this day, he is in love with hight...
- One of my uncles jumped from the roof because he was chased by the military police who wanted to arrest him for refusing to join Saddam’s unjust war against our neighbour country Kuwait. He ended up with a broken leg, but sadly had to join the war, nevertheless. Thankfully, he neither killed nor took part in the organised looting that Saddam’s army organised in Kuwait after the invasion.
- My grandma, despite so much difficulties, death, and hurt got almost hundred years old. Her exact age is not possible to determine because her birthday wasn’t accurate; people at that time just wrote something. She has witnessed the death of my grandpa and 4 of her children, one of her grandchildren, in addition to several miscarriages. My grandfather died in the 80's. She had a son who was burned to death by some crazy kids in the neighbourhood. One of her daughters also died because she was exposed to chemical weapons Saddam used against the opposition in the north of Iraq in the 80's. Her eldest son died at the age of 82, one year before she did, and before him her second eldest son, who got cancer. Her grandchild, who loved her a lot, was arrested by Saddam's secret police and was tortured to death. Nevertheless, I’ve never seen her cry, not once in my life. Maybe tear once or twice, but never cry. She was always witty and positive and full of energy...Sadly, she got Alzheimer and fell, breaking her hipbone, and eventually died after almost one year in bed. A really brave woman.
- One of the children of my cousin got stabbed with a pen in his eye by his brother, and although the procedure used to deal with the accident was wrong, he still is able to see without any problems.
- Another cousin of mine, while driving a motorbike, was hit by a car from behind and although landing on his face hitting the sidewalk, while not wearing a helmet, he miraculously survived with only a few minor scares in his face.
- I had a scorpion living for months in my room. I always kept hearing something moving somewhere, suspecting it to be a mouse or a lizard. And sometimes I notices something dark moving but thought that my eyes were playing tricks with me. However for some reasons I didn't take it serious. But after leaving, my mother found a 4 inch black scorpion in my room, which she killed with a shoe, like a champ...
- That is only a sample of how much luck and blessings my family has witnessed. I would have added how I survived death by explosion twice, and how my sister did also survive one of the bloodiest sucide attacks in Iraq, targeting her college. But for some reason she didn't go to school at the day of the attack. But I had difficulties fitting all that into one poem. I think what is mentioned is enough action for one poem. :-)
Apr 2017 · 679
DON’T CHANGE
Jawad Apr 2017
Quoting a wise man, she said:
Be the change you want to see
In others

I hope she doesn’t change
Since she
Is a garden of flowers
And I
A broken mirror,
With no powers.
~~~
Sometimes we don't want people to change, because we just like how they are...
Apr 2017 · 302
STUDENTS OF LIFE
Jawad Apr 2017
Teacher, life;
                  Students, everybody;
              Lessons, tragedy;
Homework, poetry;
To JB.

We poets are just doing our homework in life...
Apr 2017 · 571
BREAD
Jawad Apr 2017
Dough
On stones,
On fire
Sweat and focus
And swagger
And a cup of tea;
Out comes the crusty
Steaming flatness
The lines are waiting for
With patience;
Few coins
For a treasure!
I wrote this today while waiting in the line to buy some 'Sangak'.
Yasaman probably knows what I am talking about, but
for all who don't, watch this please:
https://goo.gl/zWhxXk
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
WEISHEITSKREIS
Jawad Apr 2017
Du kannst nicht wissen, was du nicht willst;

Du kannst nicht wollen, was du nicht denkst;

Du kannst nicht denken, über was du nichts weißt;


...


You can't know, what you don't want to know about;
You can't want, what you don't think about;
You can't think, what you don't know about;
Mein erstes versuch, etwas auf Deutsch zu schreiben.
Apr 2017 · 336
TREE
Jawad Apr 2017
Tell me the story
About the war
And the mother
Who used to worry
Under your branches
About her son so far
Away from her
In the trenches

Speak
About the two lovers
Who used to coddle
Each other
Next to you
Who carved their name
On your trunk
Who promised
To remain
A couple
Forever
And never let
Their flame
Fade
And wait
Until the war
Comes to an end
So they can
Wed...


Tell me
Of the little girl
Who used to scream
And jump
Around your trunk
And sometimes pump
Into you
So that you
Would rain
A few leaves
On her hair

What about...
The fire!
Who brought you hell
So that
You can’t tell
All the secrets
You know
To the crow
And inspire
The young men
Sitting there
To write stories
About you

Tell me
Tree
About your story..
If trees could only talk...
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
WE ARE POETS
Jawad Apr 2017
In our world,

Things have souls that flap;
           Stars always fall in love;  
                 Dreams feel the heartbeat of beyond;
           Colours swim in swarms;
Thoughts are surrounded by auras;
Love is always here;
Souls have mixed colours;
Hearts float around;
Feelings have their own logic;
Each dreams is surrounded by an aura;
Wings go beyond dreams;
Colours tend to share their feelings;
Flowers are ballet dancers.               
Things have hearts that play music;
The wings of souls sometimes make a sound;
                      Feathers often dream of beyond;
The heart beat of an aura is slow;
Souls smile through eyes;
Feathers shed tears, sometimes;                    
Hearts love to flirt with stars;
Things have dreams about feelings;
Auras always smile;                
Thoughts have multiple souls;
Wings have auras, too;
Stars kiss each other when the moon is not looking;
Colours have short dreams;
Love goes beyond;
Thoughts are in love with stars;
An average aura dreams every day;
Things smile to each other on occasion;
Hearts think in beats;
Feathers cry sometimes;
Hearts enjoy dancing with auras;
Bees write prose;
Beyond is always here;
Dreams come in many colours;
Tears are stars in disguise;
Here is always somewhere else;
A star’s heart beat is faster than light;
Smiles are portals to beyond;
Colours smile when they remember;
A dream’s wing is transparent;
Butterflies are secretly jealous of flowers;
The aura of a smile tells a story;
Feathers love colourful auras;  
                        All smiles dream about love;


~~~
This is our world.
We are different.
We are beautiful.
We are *poets.
Poets are aware about their world in a different way.
Apr 2017 · 542
RECYCLING MEMORIES
Jawad Apr 2017
When you go to the bazar to sell your memories, hopping that somebody will appreciate them, but don't get much in return...

*books
Painful experience to sell your books, who don't contain stories and knowledge only, but the memories of reading them, because you want to travel and need the money, and then you don't get even a good bargain for them...
Apr 2017 · 299
WILDFIRE
Jawad Apr 2017
When the wind bullied the dry bushes, wanting to throw them down, but the bushes didn’t give in and stood up against this insult,
so the the wind got mad and called upon the clouds,
but the trees took side with the bushes, and started
to push back, unimpressed by their
thunder, and the clouds
snapped
and sent down a lightning bold
striking the bushes, who started to hiss in
despair, but the flames got furious and high, not taking
it from the wind, screaming back at everybody, louder and louder, and the tree trunks started to fall in each other's arms
squeaking and hollering in despair, and the
clouds, regretting their temper
started to sent down the rain
to clam things down,
but it was too late
to stop it
...
*WILDFIRE
Conflicts start small but escalate, and when we have a full blown fight, everybody will be sorry and nobody can stop it...just like a wildfire.
Apr 2017 · 561
NIGHTFALL
Jawad Apr 2017
My sunset is
When you close your eyes
And fall asleep...
Everybody has a different sun...
Apr 2017 · 510
ROYAL PRESENCE
Jawad Apr 2017
When the breeze announces
‘Her Majesty, the Queen!’
Flowers and branches bend
You enter the garden...
Spring is a kingdom, she rules it, and I have been exiled...
Apr 2017 · 332
POETRY
Jawad Apr 2017
I do it;
She is it!
Yes, she is that special...
Apr 2017 · 913
THE COG
Jawad Apr 2017
My dream is that you
Become a cog that
Moves many things in
Life...
My father's wish that is a compliment and at the same time an advice in disguise....
Apr 2017 · 495
THE DAM AND THE FOREST
Jawad Apr 2017
My dam broke with you for good
A river repressed for years
Now I have a massive flood
Sweeping away all the fears
My chest exploded with words
All emotions storming down
Watering all the burned lands
Inside the ditches and ponds
Heavens for guppies and barbs
My birds are finally home
Butterflies are living here
The red soil is dark brown now
Uakari, and brocket deers...
Aguaje and row cacao...
No more dust, but lots of rain
Washing away all the pain...
This tropical life is nice
Please, don’t build another dam
And cut off the water from
This marvellous paradise...
Love is tropical, hot and humid, full of life...
Apr 2017 · 372
MY SUN
Jawad Apr 2017
All stars are suns, but
Only your warm light
Does make life on my
Planet *possible...
Something to tell your One and Only...
Apr 2017 · 363
REFLECTIONS
Jawad Apr 2017
All beautiful woman are
Reflections of your bright light...
This way, you'll never forget your One and Only, even if you meet a beautiful woman in the street or at work...
Apr 2017 · 510
YOU’VE GOT MAIL
Jawad Apr 2017
From: me@present.now
To: you@future.me
Cc: all@hellopoetry.com
Subject: Questions

Dear You,

You surely know
That you are not
Unique...
Do you?

You always act
As if you were
Alone...
Are you?

How many times
You thought you’re right,
And weren’t?
You learned?

Why do you think
That time will change
You while
You don’t?

How many years
You think you've got?
Much left?

Then why you act
As if life will
Go on,
Forever?

Best,
Me.
P.S: They say, we can’t foresee the future until we shape it with our own hands...I say, relatively speaking, we can always foresee it. If we work ******* shaping it, then we know how it will look like. And if we don't, then we know that it will look like our current reality, since we are who we are, unless we change.
Apr 2017 · 860
FAMILY PICTURE
Jawad Apr 2017
Pious old man
Reading the Quran
Always watching skies
For non existing storms

His daughter, my aunt
Silent like a pond
Longing for her child
Sitting next to her

Her husband, a martyr
Captured in a frame
But surely his soul
Floats somewhere around

Their daughter, a mum
Peaceful like a dove
A physician in love
With some plants and seeds

Her daughter, a child
Curly nasty hair
Annoying as hell
Innocent as dawn

Her son, a school boy
Hungry like a crowd
Surrounded by books
Distracted by clouds


And me.
                   *(doing poetry)
A portrait from where I am currently living...
Apr 2017 · 1.0k
REACTIONS
Jawad Apr 2017
When I
Remembered
Your name

When I
Imagined
Your smile

Heart beat...
                   ...Heart beat

When I
Received
A message

Containing
Some of
Your thoughts

                        Bright eyes...    
Bright eyes...

When I saw
Your face
Blushing

From
Something
That I did
Say

                     Hot ears...
                     Hot ears...

When I listened
To your voice

Whispering
Something
So cute

Goose bumps...goose bumps...

When I
Noticed that
Your eyes

Started to
Tear from
My talk

Melt
       Down
                  ....
                  Melt
                           Down...

But since all
Is over
Now

Everything
Feels
So mundane

                      
Silence.

                    Just.

Silence.
Interactions feel so stimulating and emotions so intense when we are in love. The rush disappears after its over, and only silence and a feeling of tiredness remains...
Apr 2017 · 422
MOVIE POEM
Jawad Apr 2017
Bus driver with dog
It ate all his written poems
Girlfriend is sorry
Which movie do I mean?
Apr 2017 · 323
OBSERVATION
Jawad Apr 2017
When children play house
They are rehearsing
For real life, where their
Parents get to watch
And to correct their
‘mistakes’;
Not the children’s but
Their own!

             *Children imitate!
When kids play, we should watch and learn!
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
MOTHERHOOD
Jawad Apr 2017
Clothes, not bluer than your soul.
Soul, as blurry as your eyes.
Fears…
Worries…
About your child…
Son…
As innocent as snow…
In the earliest morrow…

Sighs…

How much did you wipe today
With a big piece of your heart,
Through the challenges of his life…?

How much did you whip today
With long echoes from the past
Your scared back with more remorse…?

How much did you add today
From the pure drops of your love
When you early warmed his meal
Raising him healthy and strong…?

How much did you think last night,
Of the events of his day,
And the games he used to play
Of the quarrels with his friend,
And the absence of his dad...?

What will he do to survive…?
Will he be happy and fine?
Will he smile and learn and thrive?
Know what to do with his life?
Could you worry even more?

How much did you safe today?
How much did you self-deprive?
How much did you sleep at night,
Since you’re working all time?
Is something left for yourself?
How are you dealing with pain?

*Angles of all heavens..
Flowers of all gardens..
Jewels of all shops…
All goodness in all lives…
Don’t come even close to
Offsetting sacrifice
Of Motherhood!
To all single moms out there...
Apr 2017 · 650
GOODBYES OF A SOLIDER
Jawad Apr 2017
Please consider me ‘has been gone.’
Corpse; with rifle but no head…
Martyrdom…
Sacrificed for the freedom
And the calmness of all souls..

Think of me as a hero
Slaying sick dogs that are dead
Since the moment they did join
The black pack of blood and hate

Think of me as a mountain
Fending the dark waves and rains
Madly swallowing the plains
Filling our souls with pain

Think of yourself as widow
But a widow who wears white
Since the moon has quit the night
Kneeling in front grace and might
Of your patience, sacrifice…

*My lady...
To all soldiers who lost their lives fighting ISIS, and to all widows who are hurting…
Apr 2017 · 228
POETRY LIFE
Jawad Apr 2017
World poetry day
National poetry month
International poetry life
Universal poetry being…

Life is a poem
Struggling…
Told by a soul
Badly hurting…

Love is a life
Exciting…
Full of events
Always ending…

Days are like rhymes
Varying…
Yet at the end,
Repeating…

Hearts are like birds
Nesting…
Flapping their wings
Always singing…

Dreams are like friends
Visiting…
Always at night…
Leaving…

Love fades..
Life ends…
Friends lie…
Rhymes bend..
Pains stop…
Dreams die…
Souls cry…
Hearts sigh..
Birds fly…

And at the end,
Only poetry remains
*Eternal…
I might claim that only poets are alive...
Apr 2017 · 564
ADVICE FROM A LOSER
Jawad Apr 2017
Listen to losers
Some losers advice you well!
Water from dark wells...
Losers know better, because the have been there...This is to a friend to whom I keep giving advice although my life is a mess!
Apr 2017 · 374
REVERSED WISDOM
Jawad Apr 2017
They say, heartbreak brings pain.
I say, pain brings heartbreak…
Hearts break when they can’t
Bear pain anymore!

They say, friends understand…
I say, understanding
Is really what makes
Strangers best friends.

They say, give kindness to
Those who are deserving
I say, deserve kindness
Through giving it…
Sometimes, its the other way around...
Apr 2017 · 379
MOTHER OF TIME
Jawad Apr 2017
Earth day? Lame attempt
To thank the thing that
Makes time possible
Because of earth, we can feel time. Yet we say thank you by remembering it once a year...
Apr 2017 · 725
A DREAM
Jawad Apr 2017
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dream, where you are not
Doing beautiful things, like
Shine
Smile
Dance
Sing
                                     ­      ...a love song.

Nothing aches my core harder
Than to wake up in the night
And not finding you there to
Kiss
Touch
Smell
Say
                               ...I’m sorry.


Nothing seems more unreal than
Starting my day without you
Being there to talk about
Life
Hope
How
Much
                                            .­..I need you.
Having her not in my life seems like a dream, whether I am sleeping, half-awake, or living my day.

In responding to valerie's prompt about dreams.
Apr 2017 · 411
MOVE ON…
Jawad Apr 2017
You smelled the white flower
You enjoyed her beauty
You took care of her in winter
To watch her bloom in spring

The flower stung you hard
When you tried to pick her
And put her in your little vase
Flowers in vases fade

The flower stopped to bloom
When you tried to move her
To your garden behind the hill
Who told you she can grow there?

If you care about her
Water her, and with love
Admire for a while, but don’t
Linger there forever…
Its time to let go now…
I loved, but I have to move one for her sake…
Apr 2017 · 415
SELF BLAME
Jawad Apr 2017
Its my fault for wanting to hug clouds
Clouds are there to fly through

Its my fault for wanting to drink rain
Rain is there to wash with

Its my fault for wanting to catch light
Light is there to shine in

Its my fault for wanting to keep leaves
Leaves belong to the winds

Its my fault for wanting to have you
You are there to dream of
The blame when you fall in love with a person you can’t have... and deep inside you know it but you don't want to believe it. But love is beautiful thing. And I had to try. I felt it, and now I have to move on…
Apr 2017 · 321
LET ME LOVE YOU
Jawad Apr 2017
Let me love you
Even if you
Do not intent
To love me back

Albeit the fact
This will not heal
The deepest of
My many scars

I promise thought,
I’ll do my best
Trying to be
Just fine with that
Because it would
Just make me feel
Amazing like
A rising star
That gives its light
Shining so bright,
Receiving nothing
In return

Therefore I ask
You just to try
Receive my kindness
And just smile
Your lonely soul
Deserves kindness
Just like a night
Deserves the stars

But I’m a star
That needs a smile
To shine a light
That travels far
Smile for that star
A tiny smile
Won’t cost you much
Yet so precious

On second thought
I take it back…
Please do not smile..
The other stars
Might think that you
Are smiling ’cause
You like their light…
And blink their eyes
Flirting with you…
I can’t have that…
Cause you are mine

For you should know…
I’m jealous
I might explode
Or might implode
Causing havoc
Like a big bang
Like a black hole
Swallow them all
All other stars
And galaxies
Nothing remains
The end of live..!
Do you want that?
I don’t think so…

Nevertheless…
I just might do…
Destroy them all
Keep only you..
My everything…
My time and space
My one and only
Universe…

Although it seems..
That you prefer
A few dark clouds
A few dim sparks
Over a star
That shines for you
Only for you
Through all the days
And all the nights

I do not mind
I understand
So I’ll go dark
And keep it low
I’ll vanish if
You want me to
Cause I don’t want
To bother you
Never..!
When she doesn’t even want to be friends and receive my kindness after saying no…But I love her too much to bother her with myself and have promised to respect her boundaries.
Apr 2017 · 266
MAGIC
Jawad Apr 2017
Magic happens with the word,
Not some stick, pigeon, or rope
Or a lame trick with a card;
Magic happens when her heart
Evaporates, like perfume
When she smells scents of a poem
Dabbed on her neck,
Slow whispers
From the lips of her lover
Her only…

                               ...Prestidigitator
Only poets know what magic is...
Apr 2017 · 327
IMAGINATIONS
Jawad Apr 2017
In my mind,
I am sadly crumbled on the floor
And then you come
Bringing me comfort

In my mind,
I’m deeply lost in a dark wood
Then you appear
Pointing directions

In my mind,
I’m drowning unconsciously in a pond
And then you jump in
Saving my life

In my mind,
Am having bad fevers with dreams
That you are gone
And then you wake me up

In my mind,
I’m writing you difficult poems
But then you smile
And make it easy.

In my mind,
I’m not sure what I exactly should say
And you just nod
Understanding.

In my mind,
My heart is gasping desperately for love
Your deepest sigh...
Full of compassion…

In my mind,
No calmness, comfort, and no thoughts
Only the fact
That I am lost…
                                            ...without you.
Wishful thinking and realisations
Apr 2017 · 258
QUESTIONS
Jawad Apr 2017
When you are far yet so close
And so silent in your thoughts
When you are so far away
How can I sleep?

When I am lonely and shy
And your heart has become home
Yet I am losing that home
Where should I go?

When the tears don’t **** the flames
When they stop calming the eyes
And the eyelashes so dry
How can I cry?

When the flowers bloom so bright
Yet they are void of their souls
When the souls travel away
Why should I live?

When the feelings feel so numb
And the numbness cracks the soul
When the heart is full of drought
What should I drink?

When the world starts feeling small
Empty but full of demise
And reminders of your love
How to forget?
Lots of confusion and emptiness after a heartbreak
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