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Rita El Khoury

Rookie (02/10/1985 / Beirut)

Biography of Rita El Khoury

Rita El Khoury poet

Hello, I'm Rita El Khoury, Lebanese now living in France. I went to Melkart school, USJ University where I got a degree in Pharmacy. I am currently pursuing a Masters in Pathological Macromolecules at Paris Diderot university in Paris.

I started writing french poetry when I was 11, wrote till I was 15 then took my 50 poems and threw them in the garbage. That was the only way I could get over that period. I kept writing in French and eventually started writing in English when I was 18. I also wrote some 4 or 5 arabic poems, literary and spoken, but I guess it isn't my strong language when it comes to poetry.

I'll list my favorite poems here, ie the ones I advise you to read:

(If you only have to read one poem, I advise
- Shakespeare's lost letter OR Mystical Fight 3, in english
- A Toi OR La survie in french)

- SI...
- L'ADIEU
- LA SURVIE
- A TOI
- HISTOIRE D'UN OISEAU
- J'ACCUSE LES LIBANAIS
- TU SAIS A QUOI TU RESSEMBLES
- LEGENDE DES CIMES
- LA MALMENEE
- AU SEUIL DE LA DEMENCE

- MYSTICAL FIGHT - The trilogy
- FORBIDDEN LOVE
- SHAKESPEARE'S LOST LETTER
- ARE WE STRANGERS NOW
- THAT'S HOW DIES A HEART THAT ACHES
- HOPE'S FUNERAL

And mostly I treasure the poems written to those who have touched my life:
- A DREAM TO REVIVE, A PAIN TO KILL (to Joyce)
- MY SISTER, MY FRIEND (To May)
- A L'INNOCENCE (A Amani, Maria & Patricia)
- REMERCIEMENTS AU COLLEGE (A mon collège)


I've also added a category of funny poems I've written, at least ones that I consider funny. They're under the name 'Funny -...'. I've also added some of my best productions during the 'A Poem A Day' project.

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Heureuse

De petits frissons secouaient sa peau,
Sa chair tressaillait à tout instant,
Ses cheveux, ayant quitté le chapeau,
Bondissaient à chaque soufflé de vent.
Un joyeux sourire, charmant et discret
Se dessinait sur ses minces lèvres,
Une ombre de joie se faufilait en secret
Derrière son regard brûlant de fièvre.
Ses jambes l’emportaient, enjouées,

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