Hamza Al Saieedy
My name is Hamza Al-Saieedy (Lio)
I was born at the 28th of July 1994.
I’m a freshman (student) ! as for where I live, well! I live in Iraq.
My home town is called Al-Nasr in Thi-Qar.
I love poetry but sadly I’m too shy to write with my mother-language. so once I read the first two lines of William Shakespeare’s and I saw the similarity between the two ... more »
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Hamza Al Saieedy Poems
The Dawn's Air
By the dawn's moist air I wake to see, All that made in a divine fantasy. Though my eyes can't peer further the fence; Nor far than Tigris's flowing clarity,
Save My Home
Maybe there is a mighty cause Or a reason for what it was Maybe god is not pleased with me For the way I would like to be
To the world's end.. Let's fly my friend, Then write and send;
Let Her Go
Now, I'm alone the night is gone it’s a new dawn forget, move on
Not beauty that I seek in a man’s face; No, but mere for few drops of dignity. Those that makes him stands for the people's case, And teaches him that of courage to show pity
The Song Of Rose
Rose, Oh rose! burning red, Stolen bright which we fed! In her eye you could shine, Rose! Oh Rose! you are mine!
Listen to my words and keep it, .. mate! Life run fast and it's never wait; Live it right and walk it straight, Hold on tight and wait your fate.
Days and days.. since The moon is gone. Stars turn to dust, like an old bone. They are lot, though feeling lone. Come.. come, my dearest stone.
Making lies are the oldest art; Lie by lie makes you smart, Mere few words sent by heart. Yet, cool and fool are soon apart.
Thou are a knight of your own story Save the day and have your glory Well done fight, don't be sorry
Believe none, my love is true. Seek and choose, but not with view, Live to me; my heart for you. Bored of old, you need all new,
for manners always take off the hat; but a gentleman already knows that, bright, could it be or dark as a bat! smile and greet, then wait there sat.
A lover dreams of his mistress Draws her with gold that glitters
A Strory of Leaving!
Seek no more true man is rare. Love me now or leave me spare. Time and patience bring it to bear Keep on fighting and show no despair.
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The Dawn's Air
By the dawn's moist air I wake to see,
All that made in a divine fantasy.
Though my eyes can't peer further the fence;
Nor far than Tigris's flowing clarity,
My view was much more than the palm forest.
Slyly to the sky the moon was vanishes,
So as those in thud singing with sorrow.
Then followed the sight of the brighten dawn;
A blind blended along the night's beauty.
Now, take and listen to the life's lessons:
That behind the dull shall come the pleasant.
Above and below an echo hesitate,
Through the ears spread, among the hearts soar:
That with ...