WARLIKE POEMS

The War’s Son
I am the war’s son; my memory was kneaded by her rugged dance and my heart colored with her gloomy soul. When the tales of the mountains end at her cold knees, you will find me in her smoky corners with my dreadful shivering. Look at my water, it is dirty and look at my future, it is nothing but vagueness. I am a good son, so I am her mirror. I can shred all the flowers of the sleepy mornings. I can drink all the milk of Australian cows and I can destroy all the souls of Cedar forest. Here, in my chest, is a legendary fire with a voice demolishes the entire beautiful mirrors and a passion kills the moon’s dreams.

The War’s Garden
I am an Iraqi man; my life is postponed and my face was stolen by wars. My voice is vaporous as a shadow and my dreams’s clothes are as short as a laugh. I know nothing about beauty or love and know nothing about Detian Falls. I don't want a colorful hat, or a golden watch. All what I want is seeing Euphrates lives a day without blood, and the shells leave the crushed ribs of Babylon. When you visit my garden won’t find but sadness and won’t see but the stolen face.

The War’s Daughter
The bean leaflets live amidst the stormy days, and chanting sadly for our absent horses. She is standing in the face of winter's hell and gives him an icy kiss. She is like me, sleeping in the field without a garment and planting all the wounded souls in the sandy desert. The Bean is the daughter of war, teaching me beauty of a free death. She resides in the death before her birth and lives her end before any starting. I see her gray soul at every morning and without any delay I disappear in her bitter loneliness at every evening.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and needed words shared. We need more story, books and poetry for the confusion of war. No-one win in war. The poor people suffer, who are surrounded by the war pay the price for hate. Thank you Anwer for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote