des pensées

au plus charmant que j'ai jamais vu,
au plus mignon que j'ai jamais connu,
oui, je m'adresse a un super délicieux que j'ai jamais goutté,
à un crémeux gateau bien chocolaté,
au plus galant et simpa,
au plus tendre et délicat,
tout en toi se croit pas.
Je t'aime, je t'adore crois moi
amoureuse de toute particule en toi,
yeux, menton, main, doigt..
je parle assez sincère mon beau roi,
mon idéal, ma mon beau reve, ma rose fleure c'est toi
toi, et peronne ne te remplacera.
Chaque jour ton amour persiste, oui, persistera
jusqu'à ma fin.
Dans mon coeur ton image sera collée, oui, elle le sera.
Dans mon sang tu coulera.
Mes profonds sont bien chauffés malgres le grand froid.
Dis moi stop sinon, toute seule, jamais j'en parviendrai
je continuerai,
car mon stylo t'aime plus que moi, ce qui parait.
Parle sincère, crois tu que j'exagerais?
Je ne sais pas mes sentiments comments te les expliquer mais,
ce que je sais c'est que je t'aimais dès la première fois que je t'ai rencontré.
Tu etais toujours mon charmant et tu resterais
parmis tous les mecs du monde t'es le préféré,
et parmis tous les beaux du monde t'es le premier,
oui, t'etais, tu es et tu seras pour toujours
une rose fleur bien dessinée sur mon cahier
bien parfumée, toujours en forme et en beauté.

à un des plus beaux poèmes que j'ai lu
à une jeune poète qui m'a beaucoup plu
que je m'adresse maintenant
pour dire que ton poème est si hallucinant ^^

merci pour le beau commentaire.
ce sont seulement des simples pensées que je les écris quand je suis en mode amour

J'ai bien aimé ce poème! C'est très lyrique.
Je pense que t'as un journal intime, non?

je peux pas vivre sans ma chère agenda! C'est seulement elle qui reste a mes cotés dans mes heureux et mauvais moments Et si un jour je meure, je déclare que mon journal doit être enterré avec moi ;pp

J’ai eu un journal aussi. Mais une fois ma mère l’a trouvé et lu tous ce que j’ai écrit. J'ai écrit en utilisant les langues arabe, française et anglaise. Elle a lu la partie écrite en arabe et il était aussi honteux. Ma famille ne respecte pas ma vie privée. Alors je n'écris plus. Mais, le journal a été très utile pour améliorer mon anglais. As-tu des conseils pour moi pour qu’ils ne le trouvent jamais ?

أباي على عام عادل! فيبلك جبتها؟! والله فكرة تحفونة برشة!

تي حتى كيف نكتب قصيدة يقولولي عل شكون هذي! لول!

salut, desolé pour le retar. Bon pour moi j ai rencontrer les memes problemes que toi pendant mon journal d'adolescence. Je l'ai caché en plusieurs places, parfois dedans mon lit, autrefois parmis mes cahiers des années precedentes. Et plusieurs fois j'ai eu des cauchemars en pensant que quelqu'un a lu mon journal :PP
Bon maintenant, c'est un peu plus facile. Ils respectent un peu ma vie privée. En plus la plupart des temps jecris en anglais ;p

i liked that poem .. it is fantastic .. really i appreciate it ..
well .. i met that same problem too .. i used to hear "HARAM" writing poetry is "haram" .. i write then i "kill" .. i mean i kept on writing in English , Arabic & french two days later i skip that poem to the bin .i am satisfied as long as i write. i write about everything especially love i don't care ; am the poet am the reader too.
i bought this laptop i saved latest poems here am offering you NADA one of my poems enjoy it



Je honte
je dis mon héro chaque nuit..
je honte
je sens ton charme au fond
je honte
je croix ma naissance, ta voix
je honte
je rêve être ton EVE.


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Je honte..
si une femme allume tes flammes
Je honte ..
si une fillette rend place tes cigarettes
Je honte ..
si une rêne se tais sur scène
Je honte ..
si je suis une de ces lunes

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You are right. It doesn't matter if you are the writer and the reader too. Writing is something really important in one s life. As far as i am concerned, my diary represents a real friend of mine, a friend to whom i can tell EVERYthing, a friend that never leaves me whatever happens. I find only my diary when i need to find out my true self, when i feel lost, when i feel sad or even extremely happy. Writing really heals my pain.
Your poem is greatly wonderful

really??? did you like that!!!!????????,

bint blad a écrit:

i liked that poem .. it is fantastic .. really i appreciate it ..
well .. i met that same problem too .. i used to hear "HARAM" writing poetry is "haram" .. i write then i "kill" .. i mean i kept on writing in English , Arabic & french two days later i skip that poem to the bin .i am satisfied as long as i write. i write about everything especially love i don't care ; am the poet am the reader too.
i bought this laptop i saved latest poems here am offering you NADA one of my poems enjoy it



Je honte
je dis mon héro chaque nuit..
je honte
je sens ton charme au fond
je honte
je croix ma naissance, ta voix
je honte
je rêve être ton EVE.


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Je honte..
si une femme allume tes flammes
Je honte ..
si une fillette rend place tes cigarettes
Je honte ..
si une rêne se tais sur scène
Je honte ..
si je suis une de ces lunes

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It is very nice of you, to offer me this beautiful and astonishing piece of poetry; few words but meaningful. You are very nice and I honestly like you and would like to know you more.

And yes, Ines's poem is FANTASTIC and very sweet, like the man she's talking about (otherwise the poem wouldn't be this fabulous, no?)

have a look @ my last three poems .i published them on ( culture) and tell me your view.

why are you surprised?

[quote="Nada"]

bint blad a écrit:

i liked that poem .. it is fantastic .. really i appreciate it ..
well .. i met that same problem too .. i used to hear "HARAM" writing poetry is "haram" .. i write then i "kill" .. i mean i kept on writing in English , Arabic & french two days later i skip that poem to the bin .i am satisfied as long as i write. i write about everything especially love i don't care ; am the poet am the reader too.
i bought this laptop i saved latest poems here am offering you NADA one of my poems enjoy it



Je honte
je dis mon héro chaque nuit..
je honte
je sens ton charme au fond
je honte
je croix ma naissance, ta voix
je honte
je rêve être ton EVE.


**********************

Je honte..
si une femme allume tes flammes
Je honte ..
si une fillette rend place tes cigarettes
Je honte ..
si une rêne se tais sur scène
Je honte ..
si je suis une de ces lunes

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It is very nice of you, to offer me this beautiful and astonishing piece of poetry; few words but meaningful. You are very nice and I honestly like you and would like to know you more.

And yes, Ines's poem is FANTASTIC and very sweet, like the man she's talking about (otherwise the poem wouldn't be this fabulous, no?) [/q

ines88 a écrit:

You are right. It doesn't matter if you are the writer and the reader too. Writing is something really important in one s life. As far as i am concerned, my diary represents a real friend of mine, a friend to whom i can tell EVERYthing, a friend that never leaves me whatever happens. I find only my diary when i need to find out my true self, when i feel lost, when i feel sad or even extremely happy. Writing really heals my pain.
Your poem is greatly wonderful

Ines, I couldn't agree more! I used to experience the same feeling. But after my mom read my last diary, it was very much like a kick in the teeth for me. I couldn't write anymore. In 90% of my diary I write about love, love and love! I tried to write about something else but I couldn't! I mean, what do I have to talk about other then love?
And by the way girls, last night I got rid of all my old diaries and poems. There was so many of them. And yes, living with one's family totally sucks! (as if there is somewhere else to go)

wait wait wait ..... i did a misunderstanding : ok it is INESS the poet and not NADA
so i have to recapitulate my thoughts and offer those poems to both INESS & NADA.

@bint bled: I knew that you missunderstood the whole thing that's why at the end I said:


<And yes, Ines's poem is FANTASTIC and very sweet, like the man she's talking about (otherwise the poem wouldn't be this fabulous, no?)>


it's ok hhhhhhh

You're poem is wonderful anyway

NADA read the other poems i published in (culture) i NEED to know your point of view.
INESS you are on line too go head and read them ,tell me your comments

Nada a écrit:

ines88 a écrit:

You are right. It doesn't matter if you are the writer and the reader too. Writing is something really important in one s life. As far as i am concerned, my diary represents a real friend of mine, a friend to whom i can tell EVERYthing, a friend that never leaves me whatever happens. I find only my diary when i need to find out my true self, when i feel lost, when i feel sad or even extremely happy. Writing really heals my pain.
Your poem is greatly wonderful

Ines, I couldn't agree more! I used to experience the same feeling. But after my mom read my last diary, it was very much like a kick in the teeth for me. I couldn't write anymore. In 90% of my diary I write about love, love and love! I tried to write about something else but I couldn't! I mean, what do I have to talk about other then love?
And by the way girls, last night I got rid of all my old diaries and poems. There was so many of them. And yes, living with one's family totally sucks! (as if there is somewhere else to go)

you got rid of all your old diaries!!!!!!!!!
whyyy!! it is a great pleasure to read a very old diary and recognize how much silly and innocent we were You should have hidden them; you can find a lot of safe places

aaah ok i understand now
that's ok i'll read them