Trapped in a world of memories,I long for the days that were so bright,When love was pure and true,And our hearts beat asone, so tight. But now the love has faded,And the flame has died down low,Leaving us lost and alone,With nowhere else to go. I wonder where the love went,And how it slipped away,Leaving us withone in perfect harmony. But now those moments are…
Love, oh love, a wondrous thing,A feeling that makes our hearts sing.It starts with a spark, a tiny flame,And soon it grows, impossible to tame. Love is patient, love is kind,It’s the bond that ties two hearts in bind.It’s the smile that lingers on our face,The warm embrace that can’t be replaced. Love can be gentle, love can be fierce,It can bring us joy,…
Launched with such unerring aim,Searing trails of lethal flame.Missiles carving deadly pathWith appalling aftermath. Direct hits and buildings fall,Burying deep beneath their pall:Broken bodies, injured , maimed,Shortened lives that death has claimed. From this danger ever nearPeople live in dread and fear.Bridges levelled, shelters smashed,How their lives are torn and gashed! Devastation, day by daySurely,…
Life is a gift so rare,A journey that we all must share,A chance to love, to laugh, to learn,To make the most of every turn. Life is a precious thing indeed,A seed that grows, a planted seed,A chance to bloom and thrive and shine,To seize the day and make it mine. Life is a mystery, deep and wide,A path that…
The whole thing started in the city cafeteriaWhen they met at the counter to cut a drink.Was she African? American? Many would ask and think.But she reminded him of the Miss Planet in his old college magazine:An eloquent curvy blonde with a seductive smile,Light-blue eyes, unblemished, glittering like diamond,rolling majestically in their sockets.And thick hair…
(When someone is born deaf and blind, life is analogous to living in a sensory deprivation tank.) All motion dissolves in the blackness That his eyes have taken eternally. He lies in that forlorn tank, his body covered With a thin layer of salt, then and now, Released from water. Carson waits for a touch…
The finest sheets remained in shops, riches were not had. In what we lacked in goods and gold were found in love by dad. His voice was deep and baritone, he kept his east coast twang. His songs of choice were those in which, the country boys had sang. His life was simple, his hobbies few, his pleasures scant indeed. Yet his love…
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- DADDY’S BIRTHDAY
Name of the poet- OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- STILL ALIVE
POEM ON – THE DEPARTED
Name of the poet – OUMEIMA MOUELHI
Title of the poem- CHILDHOOD
