Our Sun

featured in the poetry forum April 21, 2021  :: 0 comments

Our sun rises and we still cannot rise up
raised in poverty and realized that’s a blessing
We taught to walk barefoot with a laughter face
We embraced our heartless enemies constantly
We adopted suicide risks, depressions, insomnia
to our sensitive spirit who we flooded with our tears
The shirtless man and his pregnant wife are
sleeping on the mud of the border hoping that
they will be able to cross the country for a better
future for their child, since our culture would do
nothing but name tags, and mislead the direction
of the peace that we spent years dreaming about
Our sun shares its glow with the moon in blues
Yet, we sleep in darkness as if the sky is the mirror
and we are the shattered stars in the eyes of the warrior.

editors note:

No light, no sentry; no fight, no entry. – mh clay

The Limits of the Sun

featured in the poetry forum August 20, 2020  :: 0 comments

Take me to the limits of the sun
Away from the miserable nest
of skeletons, simply because
they remind me of my thirty-five years

Take me back in your warm dream
Where life’s bitterness appears more
like a blooming rose in the direction
of the cemetery, in which we can smile

Take me to the sorrows of our home
To learn how to love without weeping
To learn how to raise you to the rainbow
And learn about each other as we are one heart

Take me somewhere far away so
You and I, we are one route to the darkness
Nobody can get in our way, nor damage us
The ones who are in, they will win and the

Ones who escape will die for being lonely
If you cannot take me anywhere near you
Then allow me to sip on some of the best
poison, since I am weak to go on my own
to the limits of the sun…

editors note:

Leap for the limits; lose the lament. – mh clay

I Am Human

featured in the poetry forum April 28, 2020  :: 0 comments

I am human
from all races
I am looking
for respect,
and good

I am human
dancing with
no silky touch
but on my own
for no reason
sometimes, I
am trying to
live like a human

My name is
human being
My age is the
numbers of
days of the
dead fighter
My soul is
already taken

Another human
I once met her;
she is the reason
why the night is
sad, no matter
what I do aside
from writing a
poem or a song

Can someone
walk me home
I am blind to
trust strangers
I am a silent
human listening
to dreamers talking
to machine believers

editors note:

Write a poem or a song. We are all humans! – mh clay

Writing a Letter

featured in the poetry forum November 1, 2019  :: 0 comments

I will be writing a letter
to nobody brave or I know
I want to say I am sorry
for the ones, who hurt me before

I know that life is more
than one locked door
perhaps, my heart is the
house with a broken lock to protect me

yet, my enemy wins over my
innocent moves, his words
are sharp knives, and my answers
are the seeds of the plants in heaven

being blind means, you are
gifted, you just believe in the
ones who wish you death
and nothing else of good in darkness

editors note:

A sad post to an address unknown. (We welcome Ahmad to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

Inside of My Dream

featured in the poetry forum February 26, 2019  :: 0 comments

Inside of my dream
there’s a bird flying
from one nest to an-
-other, without wings

Inside of my dream
there’s a man holding
a sign that says, I
have serious cancer

Inside of my dream
there’s one refugee
with tears of grief
because he lost hope

Inside of my dream
there’s a young lady
smoking, and waiting
for the train to suicide

Inside of my dream
there’s a black cat
staring at me, and
waiting to the end of my dream

editors note:

Waiting to catch that bird… – mh clay

Only God Knows

featured in the poetry forum September 23, 2018  :: 0 comments

Only god knows how much I need you.
I miss you as much as the snow misses
a moment to fall above the cedars.
Everyone says that I should keep moving on,
but I hear your voice coming toward me
slowly as if I hear an echo from a distance.
Weeping, because of my daily routine, the
autumn season appears twice in one year.
First was from the cloud, second is from my eyes
bitter is how happiness tastes
I smile in my dreams, waiting to see you
before the train comes and leaves me in grief

editors note:

Such sweet longing; snow slurried, train taken, twice autumn and an aching heart. – mh clay