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
Gems Of Rarity
Endearing words of mine piling in confusion A soul dropping ink hither and thither in profusion The muse of beauty denies my pen the spell Gems of rarity out glow and strive against the shell
The Rooted Lofty Tree
He ceases to be The joy of soul mates As they sigh and whisper The beauty of the sky
You are The pulse of my thoughts The beats of my words The voice of my inspiring muse
Be joyful and get ready Away time of fun and rest Clear your mind and do your best Keep an eye on your very study
Poetry In Vein
Besma (Name Poem)
Beauty of mind what I love in mankind Earnestness one of the values in me you find
Rush Of Passion
Beats on path of heart Dreaming of a romance rose Soft melodic hums. There won't be knocks on your door
A Heart Of A Poet
Unique and gripping The journey of art and craft Souls beyond limits. Heart of a poet if stained
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?
I picked up all the aches One by one And stepped away. I hid them inside
Once upon a time A girl talking in rhyme She never knew how to read Neither write nor speak
I Am A Teacher
I am a teacher Eager beaver Full of beans I build bridges
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