Featuring eight poems written by Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi The water did not betray you Luck was a hole in it Go down to the river and make the cup your paw Hide your nostalgia from those who led you to the air And they shall not step Written in the ink of the heart They became full of you until you made them a city You are lost in it And the longing is high Stuck on memory lol You hurt them The stubbornness of Taniba And when you are gone, there is no weakness or carelessness After the surgery You bit the end You are the glue on a delayed dream And now you can't believe and lie... © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi Your tears are moving me and the poems are scattered like olive seeds I'm trying to touch her with my heart pockets Thus I become a farmer Just like my father and grandpa And the picker of the village I've always been practicing poetry But my years have been reckless On yesterday Just on yesterday I've been practicing on love and suddenly it's picking season. © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi New born my hope My pain is old The days have been trapped in many pictures I am starving and displaced And also lovers of their simplicity Technology broke them apart New born throw down As for my superiority, it is old. Trying not to pass it on to anyone but me And one after me The new born is my joy As for my old age Because the children that fell On the swings of the world...They grow up And they put the world on a swing © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi Apple on the cheeks or something Lola is confused My hair flew like an eagle And he caught what he caught From a colorful world Suitable for your name, whatever the wills, liking is a command The abode of your shadow has added a language to the world. Speak silently to speak... Once again Replace love with the intensity of passion And the river is old enough to describe the stream And I will not riddle you in your eyes U hide a lot And stuffing each other up I have two regrets And now you are coming Did you add an ice cold heart Did you cross my limits...Then my memory And he will be satisfied And you won't waste your apology I don't know myself for a lifetime UNTIL I LIVE Who deserves to live © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi In an area of you She is bounded by a severe anxiety attack A butterfly dancing And a raven is in a chokehold And others run away to sell out In an area of you Joy is divided and sorrows are challenged And many souls will fall In the form of bombs In an area of you Dawn breaks without eyes His hands are stained with your pencil And his mouth is stained with your blood. Wonder is it the end of the world Or your beginning in another world A world of long nails... © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi Death is like asphalt, it breaks the road And you gotta walk check for a shine Are your eyes around from a pile? Or a banner of peace raised by a friend And your strings of music postpones her dancing How painful it is to step from narrow to narrow The gunpowder of the free silenced their angels And the sorcerer is a demon on the loose Bandage hair wounds without saving Childhood ideas are cursed like tenderness Let the truth be spoken in grief About the rain of words amidst the fire Death is like asphalt without its blackness And the end of the tornado...Captain is sinking © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi hold me in a sigh and a sigh And wear the dream Cute as a spark Deepen the lamentation I don't want no noise Rather a mixture of dew and nectar I am so sorry
If I ever just made a disappearance I needed a to sink Two years ago I haven't lived Where is my age to see You see I lost my way In the seasons of life Did I live my death And then I am...And you touched my veins © Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi You crave my blood and quantity So relieve your absence from the heartlessness And I accept that my time is no longer delicious And my life is on my behalf The shadow of your eyes is haunting me And I'm drowned in you And I stay, not my ground above my ground As if clones abound in me I am away, I want you close He gives strength to those who want it.

© Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi Haitham Abdullah Al-Akrumi is a Lebanese poet residing in the Gulf. He was born in Jamal Akrum, northern Lebanon. He wrote poetry at an early age and practiced teaching Arabic before traveling. He has a poetry collection that was printed twice and published since 1998, and a collection of poems that was printed but not published. He currently has more than one collection in print. His poems have been published in many newspapers and magazines and he has participated in many cultural events in clubs, literary centers and universities, he held many evenings, both alone and with other participants. He has won many honors. He won second place in a cultural competition held on the occasion of the Saudi National Day, and third place in a cultural competition for the Literary Club in the northern Saudi region.