I won love and did not lose my heart, and for the sake of her heart, which I love,
I wove from my vein a silk shawl of longing and called out in an emotional voice.
Abdulbasset ALsamadi Abu Omaima, a renowned poet from Yemen, shares his poem
Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem Alsamadi, known in literary world as Abdulbasset ALsamadi Abu Omaima, is a poet from Yemen, born in Jabal Habashi, Taiz Governorate. He holds an honorary doctorate in Arabic literature and a diploma of appreciation from Together for Letters, Argentina. He won an international poetry competition in Sicily, Italy 2024 and a critical reading of his poem “For the Eyes of a Woman from” Baghdad by the Tunisian poet Nour Bouaziz. Some of his poems were translated into several languages: Portuguese, French, Croatian, English, Italian, Albanian, Spanish and Chinese. Arab and international newspapers and magazines, print and electronic, publish his poems. He participated in the Anthology of World Peace: Poets for peace. He is also published in books and electronic collections. His poems were published in Al-Salam International Magazine. He was conferred International Creativity and Humanities Fellowship – England, London in 2017. 2022 and 2023. He received dozens of certificates of appreciation.
I won love
While she walks steam rises from the snow
It’s spring, so there is no arrogance
There is no dust in the roads and flowers
I dangled to smell the fragrance of jasmine for her
The nights sailed with the waves, and from the look of at sunrise,
I won love and did not lose my heart, and for the sake of her heart, which I love,
I wove from my vein a silk shawl of longing and called out in an emotional voice.
O you who loved your path and spread pomegranate leaves
I must meet you and close my eyes in peace and before the day return to hug you in my chest
Your eyes are crazy love,
And capture the love in your eyes
Like drinking sea water
The more I drank, the thirstier I became
O woman,
I don’t like to stay up late except with you
And I don’t like drawing in perspective
The eye of the ant except when
Draw I love you may she grow up
In your eyes a thousand times
For love
Give me love with cold water drop by drop Give me everything my heart needs
For years of love and a thousand nights and nights.
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