FATHER! ( A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAREST FATHER) ~BY OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Name of the poet – OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- FATHER! ( A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAREST FATHER)
Name of the poet – OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- FATHER! ( A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAREST FATHER)
Name of the poet – OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem – INSPITE OF ALL ODDS
POEM WRITTEN ON- WINNING AGAINST THE ODDS
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- TREMBLING SKIES
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY
To be in the presence of counsels is where I reside. Everyone seek me out earnestly but they cannot find me. I am not amongst scorners or scoffers, but I am seated in the most lofty place very high in the Heavenlies. I do not drink wine of idleness yes my drink is not of this world. I am imparted in…
It’s a defining trait. I remember once I strived to be miserable, I never let things interest me and I never longed for joy. The shining stars never reflected in my eyes and everytime a songbird sang I would cover my ears, not wanting to be infected by happiness. It was existence without purpose. I was a lifeless puppet dancing for a loveless master preforming…
I remember the happy times we sharedAnd how I could count on youNever forgetting how much you caredMy memories of youAlways there to turn toThoughtful, unselfish, and kindSo proud of you, a mother whoWas all of these combinedIt was you who taught me valuesAnd always to be thereBut most of all, was the lesson of loveAnd…
I have a little shadow Which follows me around, Although I’m often standing up It much prefers the ground. It’s such a faithful replica, With no imagination. …
I wonder in the night of grief,If I just now cease to be,Who will get to know it first?Will they cry for long or brief?How will they accept this God’s decree? After placing me in my grave,With dirt, they will give me shade,Then they will head towards their homes,Leaving me alone in a place like cave,Where they will no longer be…
She walks with grace and a poise so fine, A sight to behold, one so divine, With long brunette hair that sways and flows, In the gentle breeze on sunny days. Her hazel eyes, so deep and bright, They sparkle like stars in the sky, And of what she wears, Sings more of who she…