Biography of Besma Dziri
I am a teacher of English. I have a great passion for creative writing. I have been writing poetry since late eighties. I have recently started writing short stories and fables. The idea behind getting some of my poems published online is to have feedback, evaluation and appreciation. A writer does need a reader to validate his work! A writer does need a reader who appreciates creative writing. A reader who enjoys fine feelings, deep thinking and and piercing imagination.
I have published a school magazine along with some of my colleagues and pupils.
I am not very active on Poemhunter that's why I do apologize from fellow poets for not having a deep look at their writings. I would love to devote enough time to reading fellow poets' contributions and publishing my own poem. It is my great delight to read and write, this is my passon. I enjoy writing poems I feel they are me in words and feelings. An outpouring joy overwhelms me when I read comments on my poems. Living is giving and sharing.
Besma Dziri Poems
You Are Free
You Are Free Far from a common world Away from all that you to belong
Today I Honour You And Idolize -new-
Today I honour you and idolize Today my words to you bow You gracefully live up to what you vow
You are The pulse of my thoughts The beats of my words The voice of my inspiring muse
He ceases to be The joy of soul mates As they sigh and whisper The beauty of the sky
More Than Love
Life is not what I know Me, alone You, far away. Having you inside
Once upon a time A girl talking in rhyme She never knew how to read Neither write nor speak
Wishes For Me And You
I wish all my dreams came true I wish old times became new I wish the soul’s beauty would remain in you I wish my words spoke to you
A Plea To God
Poetry the soul of life Beauty of mankind Light of the mind A state of love
A life journey is ahead of me Indisposed to set off Fear and void waiting for me Time is an opponent, will he me defeat?
If I Love You
The beauty of your eyes The flow of your light talk The fine worn cloth The rainbow of your smell
A State Of Ache
Suddenly While she was praying She thought Instead of asking for inner peace
A poet is unique Goes through journeys of life Embraces enlightenment A poet is profound
Do you remember the day I got a rose from you? I was so young, how could I value the very you? I thought the knight I had in mind was not you. You didn't unveil for me what you deeply knew.
Once upon a time
A pupil would never say or whine
I need to succeed
No matter what I do or did!
Still young, I have no fear
Teacher, please don’t preach
I won’t lend you any ear!
Learning is life I do know
Little by little I’ll grow