Showing posts with label Gigi Mejri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gigi Mejri. Show all posts

Friday, February 11, 2022

Three Micropoems on Love by Gigi Mejri

ROSES 
All roses 
Bloom
For you
I
bathe 
in your scent!
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IN LOVE 
Drowned 
in love 
Length counts,
The lover 
who finds
a pleasure 
in not knowing 
how to swim!
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ON THE SPOT 
Fragrance of the rose sent by him
filled me up to start the day,
Other hand
A red rose captured me 
I took a shot and another shot 
For I've been caught, then shot 
It's beauty wore me 
On the spot!
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© Gigi Mejri 
Tunisia 

Gigi Mejri is a Tunisian teacher of English. Holder of a University degree in English literature & Civilization. Publisher of two collections of poetry: "The Beautiful Silence" and "Sounds", both available on Amazon. Passionate of reading & short story writing. Published in anthologies & E-magazines, was awarded many prizes.

Friday, August 6, 2021

Micropoems by Gigi Mejri

Ode to My Bag
On my shoulders
I carried you 
For so long
bitter-sweet burden 
Holder of knowledge 
tracing my destiny
I owe you my identity
You owe me an apology 
Oh, bag! 
you deserve a eulogy!
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Spring
Oh, Spring! I heard you said
Wake up beauty, winter is dead
Are you celebrating winter's last breath?
Yes, my arrival is awaited rebirth
It's nature awakening and wedding
All in colourful dress, 
God bless!
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If Not Me
Without thinking twice a snail 
I would be 
carrying my house on my back, 
carefree
Walking slowly at my own pace 
Challenging time of haste and technology!
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Tinge
When our eyes meet 
I detect a tinge 
Telling whether you are
Sad or glad
And tinged become my word
According to your world!
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© Gigi Mejri 
Tunisia 


About Gigi Mejri 
Gigi Mejri is a Tunisian teacher of English. Holder of a University degree in English literature & Civilization. Publisher of two collections of poetry: "The Beautiful Silence" and "Sounds", both available on Amazon. Passionate of reading & short story writing. Published in anthologies & E-magazines, was awarded many prizes.

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