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641 · Apr 2017
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!
632 · Nov 2018
STRONG
Jawad Nov 2018
Strong you are
I do sense you
A mighty will
Despite the tears

You are a soul
Separated from hearts
The hearts you left
On that vast island
Of trivial lives

You keep asking
Will they follow?
And join you
Searching for
The meaning of strive?

You keep asking
What will happen?
Will I continue
Wrestling with fear?

I don’t know for now!
But I do know,
That at the end
Hearts long
For their soul

They will seek it
Beyond the seas
And obstacles
Beyond the fears

They will ask
Very soon
And when they do
The journies begin
No storm and no fire
Can hold them back

For hearts belong
To the soul
Just like children
To their mother
Don’t worry, you will meet them...
626 · Apr 2017
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...
625 · Nov 2018
MY SISTER’S CUBS
Jawad Nov 2018
Three cubs
The cutest of all
One little girl
And two older boys

All action
Swirl winds and storm
Roaming around
The small kingdom

Three purest souls
The wonders of life
Make you wonder
About your own

How to protect them
From harms of life
Feeling helpless
My heart like foam

They will be here
Soon my wonders
Lots of trouble
And joy at home
My sister and parents visiting, bringing with them her three children, the  joys of our life.
621 · Apr 2017
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.
615 · May 2017
WHO KNOWS?
Jawad May 2017
What if I...
Read a dictionary from cover to cover
Opened up my pillow and counted each feather
Gathered dandelions and became a seller
Quit my studies to become a fortune teller


What if I...
Swept with a toothbrush and whipped the floor with tissues
Walked the streets and asked people about their issues
Went out at night and freed all animals in zoos
Bought some leather and tried to make a pair of shoes

What if I...
Learned how to dive to look for bottles in the sea
Looked up a hive, and tried to take out each bee
Tried to write a novel doing it on my knee
Decided reading all the poems there on HP
Just wondering...;-)
614 · Apr 2017
NIGHTFALL
Jawad Apr 2017
My sunset is
When you close your eyes
And fall asleep...
Everybody has a different sun...
597 · Apr 2017
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...
586 · May 2017
POETRY'S MAGIC III
Jawad May 2017
IN
ARABIC
...it comes from feeling...
We feel emotions and form them into words
FEEL : POETRY : FORM
We form words to make us feel emotions
...it comes from forming...
GREEK
IN
A sacred oath between words and emotions.
A devine circle between action and reaction.
~.~
The Arabic word for poetry is "****'ir" which comes from "Yash'ur". It means feeling.
Poetry comes from the Greek word 'poiesis' which means making or forming. Its interesting that both words describe poetry by pointing to the different ends of it.
586 · Aug 2023
ETERNAL MEMORIES
Jawad Aug 2023
I am gone
But here

My memory
Still lingers

Like the hint of old perfume
And the noice of afternoon

I am here
In your moves
In the passion of your words
Like the waves of calm sea
And the wind behind the dune

I am here
In your deeds
In the soft beats of your heart
And the giggles of a child
All the muses of the moon

I am here
Still with you
Feel free to use for obituaries
571 · May 2017
POETRY'S MAGIC I
Jawad May 2017
Writing poetry
Made reality dreamful
My dreams are real now
Before poetry, everything seemed so dull, and my dreams full of blurry images that didn't make much sense. Since I started to write, I walk around in life looking at things in a different and more interesting way, and my dreams became regular, with really sharp clear images, as if I was dreaming in HD. Added to that, they are often about nature. Short things short, I like my reality and my dreams better now.
567 · Apr 2017
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. :-)
554 · Apr 2017
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...
553 · May 2017
POETRY'S MAGIC II
Jawad May 2017
Writing poetry
Happening now when sleeping
Dreaming while dreaming
Next to the really sharp dreams, I've also started to write poems while dreaming. If poetry is dreaming but when you are awake, then doing poetry while dreaming is a dream inside a dream, but a nice one.
549 · Aug 2023
CONCERNS OF A WRITER
Jawad Aug 2023
As I string words together
From existing thoughts
Aiming at shaping souls
That will make the future
I ask…

Will there be more questions
Will there be more wonder
Will there be more action
Or just more plunder

Will there be more thinking
Will there be more linking
Will there be more sinking
In the depth of life

Will there be more focus
Will there be more locus
Or just more shrinking
In the width of sight

Will there be less shirking
Will there be less cringing
Or just more complaining
About the strive
If you write to change, you wonder…
526 · Apr 2017
MOVIE POEM
Jawad Apr 2017
Bus driver with dog
It ate all his written poems
Girlfriend is sorry
Which movie do I mean?
513 · Aug 2023
WHERE ARE YOU?
Jawad Aug 2023
Where are you?
Let me find you

Leave me a sign

A handkerchief on thorny roses
A candle on your window
A note on my porch
A scarf with your scent
A clue with a friend
A carving on some wood

Open up

Say something that discloses
The tears on your pillow
The reason you torch
The letters of contempt
You chose not to send
Although you could

I don’t get it

What can be the causes
For burning me with sorrow
For making my heart scorch
For making it attempt
To willfully upend
This beautiful cruel love?

I need a signal..
Still waiting and wondering
505 · Aug 2017
A GIFT FOR A STAR
Jawad Aug 2017
What is the best present for a star
She has everything there is
She has the vastness of the sky
The gazes of humans on earth

What is the best present for a star
When she is the one who gifts light
And sublime wishes and enduring hope
To all those watching her at night

What is the best present for a star
When all want what she has
Her place so close to the moon
The fact that she is a sun

The best present for a star
Are words wrapped in grace
A gesture of feeling thankful
A poem recited by looking up
To that big thing that dazzles so bright
To SBG. Thank you!
500 · Apr 2017
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...
493 · Oct 2018
A FRIEND’S FALL
Jawad Oct 2018
She plays him
With her finger
A few movements
Seconds

Hundreds of miles away
She lifts him
And then throws him

Into tears he falls
A feather’s worth his pride
Full of doubt

The butterflies on his face
He doesn’t notice anymore

The antelopes in his steps
Only mountain mules

All the little birds
Who whisper his presence
Chatty little fools

He does not hear
The flowers bowing down
Nor the leaves and petals
He everyday walks on

He loves a dream
A nightmare to him
He plays the game
Straight into oblivion
And calls it love

While she...
                      Won’t pick him up again
What I see happening to a friend now
492 · May 2017
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
484 · Apr 2017
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…
483 · Jun 2017
RESPIRE
Jawad Jun 2017
Words in my head
Stir up with the thoughts of the day
Mix into torment

I am looming around
Nowhere but inward
Deeper into the oblivion
Of unspoken poems

But they
Eventually
Will be out
Explode in sparks
To rattle the existence
That wraps my destiny
To set me
Once more
Free...

I’m back
Though never really gone...
I think my 'creative break' has come to an end. I must write poems again. Hello Poetry, I missed you.
482 · Dec 2017
RECTANGULAR
Jawad Dec 2017
Rectangular
Nothing in particular
Just a tiny nasty thought
Trying hard to fit it in
With some thoughts, triangular
And some loops, circles of sort

All the time my mind just crunches
Like a puzzle , crack that code
And the sweat and the headache
Going on throughout the night

And once I am finally done
I destroy everything, cold
All memory of it gone
And it start once more, again
Those senseless dreams that keep repeating when you are sick and try to sleep.
480 · Aug 2023
IMPOSTOR DREAMS
Jawad Aug 2023
As days sneak away
      Like small thieves
   Taking pieces of my soul
I wonder…
                Where poems
       The guardians of time?
Defenders of hopes?
       Or…
   Were they disordered seams
           Holding together a life
        Of secret sorrow
            Disintegrating
Where they artistic lies
Shallow
    Hollow
          Perfected to taste mellow
               To hide the bitterness
                          The missing shadow
             Of my shrinking soul?
    What where they?
                   Impostor dreams?
Why do we really write poetry? To feel better, or to not feel worse? To run away, or to achieve something?
479 · Apr 2017
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…
477 · Jun 2017
BROKEN MEN
Jawad Jun 2017
Men cry too
But quietly
Their sorrows are loneliness
Like acid burning into the silence
Of their disguised troubles

They sob too
But you can't see
Because their tears
Mix with their pride
In face of atrocities
Soaked in salty tragedies

They cry asleep
When the nightmares come
Suffocating their throats awake
In a pond of sweat

When their tears dig
Like shovels
Ditches in their faces
To burry their feelings
Under the look of death
In the hope that pity
Doesn't fire a last shot
In their motionless corpse of emotions
Decomposing since years

Men look sad too
But only when their sun goes down
After a tiresome day of pain
To leave them with a dim expression
Falling into the lost thoughts of the night

Men cry too
Alone
The passions of men...
475 · Apr 2017
AGONY
Jawad Apr 2017
From a dream,
Of your lips,
Telling a story of love…

And a fake date,
Were I’m waiting,
Desperately for your embrace…

And a blunt saw,
Cutting slowly,
Like the regret of lost hope…

And the pain of
Memories…
Like a fresh wound dropping blood…

From a nightmare,
And the flinches when
Demons start tearing my soul…

For assuming,
That I could,
Break the thick chains round my neck…

For believing,
That with blinders,
I can fake unseeing you…

And for thinking,
That there is,
A balsam that kills the pain…

But your distance
Just like cancer…
Terminal, without a hope

Or at least is
Very costly…
Consuming until I am broke
Heartbreaks break more than the heart...
466 · Oct 2018
RESURRECTION
Jawad Oct 2018
I shall return.
From my poetic death.
One day.
To light the stars.
And be enlightened.
It’s been a while.
449 · Dec 2017
BEGIN
Jawad Dec 2017
Look at tomorrow
Pink and blue are your eyes
Achieving the horizon

The fingers tremble
A sign
You are onto something, divine

The shift
When the mountains roar
What do you find?

Slow
Sweat
The wisdom of the tree

Together
We want to see the truth
Begin
Use your imagination to understand what this is about
433 · Nov 2018
OUR STORY
Jawad Nov 2018
Stories help your heart think
About the wisdoms of pain

About the plots of lives
And the ends of fights

We are not broken...
We are still fighting.
There is a huge difference!

Those who know how to lose
Can never be beaten

Our story is our fait
We write everyday
By standing up again
They want to silence us, but our story is never-ending.
428 · Dec 2017
ILL
Jawad Dec 2017
ILL
The bones scream
Hard
Louder than the night

The mind dances
Obsessed
Round some trivial thoughts

The body burns
Alarm
No sweat can **** the flames

Insomina
The eyelids close
When morning opens eyes
Feeling really sick
428 · Jan 2019
SEEKING
Jawad Jan 2019
Seeking
In my jealousy and laziness
What I want to be
And when

What do I find?
That I can one day!
But never will
Because I don't move

Why?
Life is passing, but are we there yet?
421 · Apr 2017
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...
418 · Apr 2017
MY SIN
Jawad Apr 2017
My only sin was to ask..
If you want to marry me…
And I was punished with no…

No..
To moments when you turn
Ugly feelings into love
And the beauty of your tears
Washing anger…

No…
Which always has to mean
I’m forbidden of the dream
Of the feeling of your breath
Seeking pleasure

No…
To all thoughts in my mind
That do desperately define…
Subtle glimpses of your look
When you wonder…

No..
To desperate words and looks,
And the touches that describe
Just the slightest sound of voice
When you whisper…


No…
To all dreams that are wrong
Since the real you seems to be
Only fiction from your dreams
When you slumber…

No mercy
No mercy for my sin…
My shattered dreams...If felt like a sin, because she trusted me as friend. Therefore did her 'No' feel like the punishment.
416 · Apr 2017
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...
414 · Apr 2017
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...
412 · Apr 2017
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
407 · May 2017
TIRED
Jawad May 2017
tired, I fall asleep
lonely, I fall apart
my broken soul sinking
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here...and...beyond 
covered.with.sand.and.mud~dreaming.of­.love.that's.lost
Really tired right now...
406 · Apr 2017
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.
401 · Apr 2017
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...
395 · Jun 2017
PURE
Jawad Jun 2017
A mother's lullaby
The orchard's scent
The songs of nightingale
A baby's conscious
And its first looks

A worker's hope
The morning after a storm
The essence of a flower
Wishes of a little girl
The concerns of a grandmother

The poems of a lover...
Looking for purity in life...
380 · Apr 2017
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...
378 · Apr 2017
POETRY
Jawad Apr 2017
I do it;
She is it!
Yes, she is that special...
370 · May 2017
NOTHING
Jawad May 2017
[...]

                       ;..'
That's how it looks like at the moment in the 'poetrypomus', the part of my brain responsible for poetry...
365 · Apr 2017
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!
364 · Apr 2017
RELEASE ME...
Jawad Apr 2017
Like a wild lone creature,
I fell in your trap.
An injured heart I have,
That pains like a soul,
Full of your thoughts.

I want to escape,
But no, I cannot!
Paralysed…

When you are watching me…
And doing nothing…
Not saying anything…
Just looking at my scares,
The silence of your heart…
Insanely lethal.

When I’m making sad noises..
While you can see them well…

When I’m giving painful looks…
While you can feel them swell…

Yet all that you do is
Just looking
Coldness…

Please…

Don’t let me be like that!
Don’t let me too long…
For it might mean,
That your are cruel..
And the thought of it..
That you are like that..
Hurts me even more…
Than the truth about you…

I beg you, free me…
Take me in your hands…
Slowly cure my heart..
Slowly with balsam..
For the burns feel good..
If they’re caused by you…

Put your hands on my ears…
Stroke them with compassion…
For the sound of your hands,
Feels like a deep ocean…

Take me, take me home..
For my home is you..
And the thoughts and feelings…
That I am loving you

Please, I don’t deserve this...
Let me, let me go.
And if you don’t like me
Let me limp away…
Far from your coldest traps..
Colder than your heart
Let me rote alone..
Agonise and die…

Say something with your eyes.
Otherwise, let me go..
She said no...
356 · Apr 2017
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.
332 · Nov 2018
THE STORM
Jawad Nov 2018
Here comes the strom
You have been hiding from
For years...

Your soul is jittery
And your heart
Vapour

The expectation
Of your ego
Like a landslide

Yet life
Is waiting for you
After the storm

Yet hope
That the rain
Will purge the droughts

That fire
That will eat
The ailing trees

And you
Making it out
Alife

What will happen
If you
Survive?
The encounter...
330 · Apr 2017
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...
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