Lips of Sweetness 


Sweetness of lips talk nothing but kind words  

as if you were reading verses from the heaven 

when those lips draw near me in bed 

I hear the echoes of lovers from the distance of moon 

Back to desires, you are the first one 

blue-eyed lake in dark, like your eyes all the times 

I enjoy the rain because it spreads  

your taste upon your skin below the red dress 

This universe has moody seasons 

people whisper to stand against our shields 

close to you and my secrets become the 

shadow to protect you all night 

For you, I will drink your wine 

and break all the bottles of sorrows  

For you, I will inhale your scent 

and damage all the pack of grieves 

Even your perfume has a promise  

to seek you with the beats of my heart 

hopefully, I will turn myself into a  

candle to hear your voiceless wishes 











My Collections Over The Years… 


When I was eight, I started collecting  

Ants in a small box. I ate the crazy  

Ones and kill the rest, for no reason 


When I was ten, I started collecting  

Spiders killing them right away and 

destroyed their webs, for no reason 


When I was twelve, I started collecting 

Bugs and flies. I broke their wings  

And watched them dying, for no reason 


When I was fourteen, I started collecting  

Autumn leaves to hide the dead animals 

From the busy streets, for no reason 


When I was sixteen, I started collecting  

Lost words and tied them into free verses  

I wore them over my neck, for no reason 


When I was eighteen, I started collecting  

Birds feathers to write from the ink of my tears 

For Letters to my dead friends, for no reason 


When I was twenty one, I started collecting 

Numbers on my old phone. I never called a  

lady from the club I went before, for no reason 


When I was twenty four, I started collecting  

Empty bottles of women scent, to smell 

Them and pretend to be in love, for no reason 

When I was twenty six, I started collecting  

Empty cans of soda and other cheap beers 

I gave them to the homeless, for no reason 


When I am twenty nine, I started not to 

Collect anything, only because I knew that 

My homeland has no more space for my death. 























Be My Shahrazed 


I need space above the skies  

To show you how much I improved  

In loving you from the rainbow only 

Because I was the dullest rain in the desert 


Finding our way home is no 

Longer, out of the question your  

Heart is the most beautiful country,  

It requires love and not a nationalist 


Holding our two trusted hands 

To walk across the broken bridges 

It could lead my vision to a dream 

to break the world’s boundaries 


Since we belong to this toxic earth 

We are cursed to death for no reason 

Our days are hot as fire, and cold ice 

Therefore, stay strong as the mountain 


In the shadow of beautiful darkness 

We are not the strangers to undress 

With every breath you take from me 

A flower in heaven blooms of your scent 


Be my Shahrazed, and kiss my lips 

Before the wind blows with red roses  

All over your nude body to hide you  

From my joyfulness and pleasure 




Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote my very first poem back in the year 2000. He also Ahmad has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at the Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline”.  With Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet Copyright on Facebook.  




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