Hamid Zaid's poems are written

Hamid Zaid

A Kuwaiti poet, born in 1977. He holds a commercial diploma from the College of Business Studies. He is a member of the Kuwaiti Diwaniyah of Nabatian Poets. His first appearance in the media was on the television program (Diwaniyah of Nabatian Poets), in late 1996. The actual beginning of his name becoming famous in the press was Through (Al-Mukhtalif) magazine in 1999.

Hamid Zaid's poems

One of the beautiful things this poet wrote is the following:

Eternal nights

Who knew knowledge and you, O eternal nights?

Reaching is the most precious ambition of a boy in his early youth

The fear only led to bad souls

I wish the boy had dignity and dignity in the heart of the nights

A worldly life that combines the qualities of shyness and arrogance

She is a girl whose beauty adds weight and strength

The day you came to me to test me in the days of ignorance

She was a man who followed the traditions of the Companions

With gifts, you are stingy with me, and with torment, you die in it

I lived with a compassionate heart that hated and feared injustice

But I wonder what end he received and the last gift

It is true that the poems are for the wounded person, his first torment

And who knew you, my nights, and you are more than one identity

Whoever swears in your soil is convinced of what happened to him

Who was able to impose his ambition in the time of Al-Ma'amiyah?

Who dares to leave you as dust?

The question repeats itself and the answer is tentative

I wish, by God, you were not so principled in your answer

The merciful betrays his people, and the brother forgets his brother

And the hearts that differ from this have become similar

Creatures cannot equate their goodness with goodness and protection

We all laugh with a smiling face at his treachery

If death becomes a shepherd... our dog will have his flock

If he gets upset, we get upset and are satisfied, His Honor

I swear I did not intend to reveal the case files

But I saw something that made the rational person lose his mind

Oh life, you are the best of the sieves

Be the one who does not recognize a mistake other than committing it

She gave me nothing but a wound, and her grapes were a gift

By God, you have not given me what is best and right for the heart

Traitor.. You are not my dear Khafqi, foreigner

Stay away from me and stay away from the depths of strangeness

He took a path towards finding his soul

O the path dies, nor bury the heart in its fog

And if you slaughter me, I wish I could come back and cry over him

When you fill the quarries with tears of sadness and depression

And bury me between your shadow and the knotted threads

If after my death you find someone with the same toughness

A poet who wrote a poem for most of your days as a victim

Among people who cannot read and write

Oh my time, if only the hair on my chest remained

I write it, draw my imagination on paper, and tell its mirages

She responded to stubbornness and returned to fatalism

By God, I will not give up until I pass the clouds

Oh, a time when I was afflicted with him, and a calamity afflicted me

Do not blame the one who betrays you, he had a mind and a heart

By locking the wretched heart from your mighty hopes

And knock on his door after that, if you can knock on his door

Life, which is called the game of the smart one, is a sin

What equated in my eyes with the wings of a fly

I remember living through the initial nights

I remember that I was living at the time in the arms of a forest

I only knew a phrase similar to a will

Live your life free from the claws of the wolf

الحلم

In a slow time, and in the night his demons dance

After I saw the light being removed from my clothes in the evening, two-thirds of the time

You made the dream like your house a practice

I am the one who left us and I never closed an eye

Strange is every dream that passes by Raqqadi that you visit

The strangest thing is how do I dream the dream, and then come back and dream it later?

Two days ago, I saw you in a dream...and I woke up since then!

I slept yesterday, and the same dream as two days ago came back

Before I travel, I am the one who removed my heart from its arteries

I left it in your hand like a trust, and keep it well

You see, keeping trust is a debt...you are obliged to pay it back

Yes, no one has ever told you (preserving trustworthiness is a religion)?!

Mard Al-Muqafi is Belfi.. and he is fulfilled, and he died

After one night, three, four, ten, a month, two months

If you are, you are not as important as the words you say

It is forbidden for me to ask you for anything, and if I come to ask you, you will forget

You are betraying me, and I am satisfied.! And no one is satisfied with you betraying him!

I am cheating on you with a second girlfriend, are you satisfied?

Since the first time I returned from travel, I have not seen you.

And I was the one who thought you would come before I stepped on the airport floor

You are the first person my eyes embrace

I was imagining that you were very happy when you came back... crying

And I see your words in your tears...and I know them before you tell them

I will answer better than what you are talking about, and I will let you talk

You say: The homeland is light...and I say with its illuminating light

You say to me: I have become more beautiful, and I say: Your beautiful eyes

Words that fell asleep on your lips...and you were too afraid to wake them up

I saved it for love, for those who sleep...and let you wake up

You have taken advantage of my absence..you have tipped the scales

Learn from your hand to touch your paws and teach you to dry

I wish you could find something wrong with him...you won't find him in me!

It's not arrogance..but your informant has no hope of indoctrination

You overlooked something expensive...otherwise what is beautiful is not the one who adorned it!!

The pictures are adorned...but the correct one is Ibn al-Halal Zuwayn

And I will not diminish it the day you reveal it

My share...is my share if he pays it from both sides

He is content with my appearance, and poison is what kills snakes

As the saying goes, I am not sweet...but I am not evil

If he once gave you flowers, then I will give you his orchards

And if he distracts you with joy one night, then I will be lost in your tears for years

And if his possessions make you weak...and his millions disperse you

I even divide the bread crumbs with you into two halves

My ambition is to come and get something you deserve

You owed it, borrowed it, stole it, doesn't it matter from whom?

As if I was one of the few who were satisfied with everything you wished for

If you ask God...he will help me, by saying Amen

I don't play on both sides, the time and years of recklessness

Is it now clear that I grew up playing on both ropes?

Among the Bedouins in particular, you see the fault of what you do

Your love, not my love...you will love me until the Day of Judgment

A love whose ribs we live in.. a decency from its madness

Jaffa collects our goats... and no love humiliates two

Many people came up to me and said: You love him

Honesty...don't leave me young, their eyes are enough

Because every time they say (she cheats), I say: poor woman

May God’s blessings and peace be upon you. Teach them what the poor person is

I am afraid that the camel will fall and its knives will increase

There is no longer a place in my ribs for a knife stab

Like they said, what is written is clear from its titles

If I leave you abroad, where will I travel from your darkness?

Enough..every dream that passes by Raqqadi is a visit to you.

Enough.. since we parted.. and I did not close my eyes

Two days ago, I saw you in a dream and I woke up since then

I slept yesterday, and the same dream as two days ago came back

the ship

The hours of Al-Fayafi and the promise on board the ship are narrow

For the path that called me after God’s safety and security

Do not call me and protect your heart, may God not insult it

He doesn't bet on my return and most of the time he loses his bet

Why don't I leave your love after I tasted foolishness

Tell me one thing worth sitting down about

A heart that yearns for my arrival. I don’t need nostalgia

I bear witness that nothing is diminished by what is high except by its humiliation

Treacherous passion, God has limited what is between me and him

There is no good in a man as long as he preserves and preserves his destiny

Someone like me, who has the severity and crookedness of his years

He would not complain about the closeness of the son of Adam if he were closer than his brothers

The day my heart disobeyed you and you were unable to slaughter it

Why did you cheat on him when you were of the same religion with him?

My slaughter in your hand was more merciful to me than what you are doing

And if I asked you to slaughter me, you would not slaughter me

Every one of my wounds you remember... you deny

Be the owner of a bleeding hand that betrayed honesty

The beater bleeds soft humility smeared on his forehead

Otherwise, I wouldn't have let her get to the point of insulting me

I said, for the sake of betrayal, your friend and you are torturing him

For your grapes, relax with me and let me roast until it becomes empty

You obeyed your mind when it was said that a girl’s mind is an adornment

But the glutton is what I thought you were

Since you were there, you are my most precious prisoner

I promise to release you and accuse me of guilt

where are you going..? Any path that leads back to the city

Why are you going..? Because your heart did not leave my heart alone

How can I forget? My Lord, who inspires the heart with peace

Like when he was close to you, he did not intend to leave you

He was cruel, cutting the tips of sharp knives

What makes a girl like you fall, whose love shook his being

Otherwise, I will tell you about my weakness, which will only extend to the precious

If he wanted to upset the Pleiades, Al-Qamari would sit and adorn himself

It's sad that you have sober minds

And if you follow the path of joy, its paradise will flourish

Argue, be beautiful in front of her, shoulder to hand

If you consult the moon, it will move away and you will sit in its place

She was the first to control the jasmine branches

And if you count them, they will fold a bamboo... a bamboo

I sold it for you and it became a hostage for your youngest party

Otherwise, it is a gesture with a hem that overwhelms you with heaviness and sobriety

And the chick who was fed by his mother's goat

His problem is that he is stuck in a time that is his time

The more his wounds increased, the more he discovered the mistake of his mistake

Believe him when he says that there is no person who deserves his affection

One day he called out, “So-and-so, you don’t want to hear him.”

Soft voice, so-and-so, so-and-so, so-and-so

I used to see you as a saffron lending roses and giving them credit

I may not have picked you, but I see saffron in you

I was afraid of being away from you and asked you not to mention him

There was a fear of separation, and it was a cowardly step to separate

I was not convinced that treason for a man distorts his oath

Lynn Marby sent you and you tasted the taste of betrayal

Excuse me...there is no place left for you to stab me

And accept from the bottom of my heart all his kindness and gratitude

By God, God is in your torment by leaving your eye with his eye

Pamper him and only his tongue will keep him away from your misery

Otherwise, I decided to travel and board the ship

Because there is not a single thing worth sitting about

As far as I know

As far as I know, it was expensive when I was worth a lot

The day my laughter was a trait and stubbornness was a trait

My only knowledge of the preciousness is the day of my blind heartbeat

Before I destroy love and build it, then I come back and destroy it

My only knowledge of crying is when I have a heart and a conscience

Before I see a Muslim die at the hands of a Muslim woman

Before I see a Muslim die at the hands of a Muslim woman

A dark night came to me

Whoever knows her feeling, be a warner in my heart

The gloomy day is clear from its beginning

A night that felt neither unfair nor unfair

Like a child whom you despised and shamed

I became like his hair and broke the camel's back

In his death, the wound appeared from where he had sealed it

I have become in love with something I never thought would happen

Have I wronged ten people whom I would not have wronged?

The partner who has escaped from the partner’s ribs

Hala ameliorated his sins and luck served him

No smile breaks the light in the eyes of the one who sees

And the Moroccan sun rises with a smile

He is moderate in stature, neither tall nor short

Full of adornment from wrist to wrist

There is a different color in the fringe and a different color

Just like blinking an eye has a mysterious story

But it broke the fires on the Shatt and Ghadir

And like the diaspora, the diaspora is brought together

With dreadlocked blackness that only excites

He is the one who gnaws at the wind and then it gnaws at him

Silk cannot be combined with silk

In darkness, the night taught what it did not know

I have never heard that the fringe has become dull and its eyelids have changed

Ask them for very tasty grapes

I don't care if Al-Bashir's leg is soft for Al-Bashir

The day he blocked the face of my heart with his fat and flesh

By God, he put my heart at the mercy of Shater

In his hands, everything he wanted was his oath

Oh my God, what is not satisfied in cold and desert

Even if he lacks his courage, O my helper, he is destitute

If he seeks satisfaction from my eyes, I say there is no match for him

And drink my blood of anger, I said it deserves his mouth

I congratulate him, the night rests in the sleep of a badger

Be his sleep, he does not want to defeat the eyelid, defeat him

Here we go from yellow juice to yellow juice

Juice and staying up late, you need the eye, otherwise you need it

If it is true that the two lovers are united by fate

It was the same thing that deprived me of sleep

By God, my bitterness has caused me to burn with fire

The day I saw him, he touched my heart and trampled it with his foot

What mercy on the flower of my youth when I was just young

Soften my mind, may God narrow my soul

What came back from my hand, but it's not okay anymore

A night was about to come, but darkness came to me

As far as I know, it means torment and bitterness

The day I rose, the sound and murmurs of my ribs inspired me

Unite my knowledge of hope, who is a supporter for me?

The day I saw the soul being slaughtered while surrendering

My only knowledge of crying is when I have a heart and a conscience

Before I see a Muslim die at the hands of a Muslim woman