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
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;
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,
Let Her Go
Now, I'm alone the night is gone it’s a new dawn forget, move on
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.
Who lived with fire afraid no burn, By other faults wiseman learn. Trust is free, it must be earn. Poor is a dress waiting to be worn!
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
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,
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.
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
I've prayed under the gilded dome
For god and said ' please save my home'
Save my home
Save my home
And all what left of these wars
Is empty streets and broken doors
The blood has colored Tigris streams
Pulling the souls of nomad dreams
The north's wounds are running deep
I didn't know how the blood is cheep
They'll write in the history tome
That none would ever save my home
Oh god Please