Poems

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…

In the land of the dead, where silence reigns,There lies a poem that no one explains,A story of sorrow, of grief, and of pain,A tale that no one ever dares to proclaim. It speaks of a time when life was once bright,When love and laughter filled the night,But then came a moment, a sudden blight,That took away…