Sunday, December 1, 2019



Whispers Of Love

I raised my bowed head to your tender heart
I pursue your wise paths to not feel apart
My tears are flowing in the ocean of silence
But whatever the distance , whatever the difference..
In my heart ...I feel your presence..

Our souls are touching each other
Under the sky of honesty and the rebellion of tranquillity
I call your name in the morning and the eventide
I call it through the blessings of day
And the whispers of night ..

I raised my bowed head to destiny
My words are scattered between the dream and reality
The questions are many ..
But the answers are few ..
Shall we continue our life as one
Or the honest emotional bond
Will be divided into two ...
Shall we continue our life
By keeping the “I” and the “ you”
Or separate them as” the false” and “the true !

I Want My Poetry To ..

I want my poetry to be a melody
asking hearts to dance
I want my poetry to be as a moon shining
with hope in each glance

I want my poetry
To invade hearts peacefully
not using words as swords to kill the  feelings fiercely

I want my poetry to exist in hearts as a sacred faith
Building bridges of love not hate

I want my poetry to irrigate the thirsty souls
Opening windows for new goals

A Sudden Call

I'm the yearning that drives people into madness.
I'm the cheeks on which you drew happiness
I'm the dreams that without you become senseless.

OMG! How could I behave with this call!
Should I look at the light outside
Or keep contemplating the room's walls!

Oh Man!
I'm the heart that carries hapless love
Try to be my salvation..
I'm the eyes that carry tears
Try to be my consolation
I'm the wings that carry half freedom
Try to be my destination..

I'm silent, I don't dare to breathe
I'm trembled, I don't dare to tell how I feel
My soul held captive in grief
So why are you calling?
What has made you so compelling?

Hello, Hello... Do you hear me?
Oh yeah! I do..
I'm just listening to you..
thinking how the blissful dreams come true.
Thinking.. how the contradictions in one heart grew.
Thinking in the moment when Angels come to play
A time of peace..of love..of  blessing
A time of closing eyes and praying.

I know that they utter your name as  “A call”
But I say
You’re a thought in very beautiful way.
You kissed my heart with :”the lips of remembrance”.


NASSIRA NEZZAR, A writer from Guelma –Algeria- She was an English language teacher at the university of Guelma for 8 years and a teacher at The National Institute for Vocational Training...She adores writing since young age. Nassira Nezzar has a published work, a book entitled: FAMILIAR STRANGERS, which is a collaboration work with the American author Rob McBride. It’s dedicated to all who believe possible the impossible. She participated in different international anthologies, Love is like air-USA-, The Other Side Of The Screen-Poland-, Women Poets -within and beyond shore Vol 1-2 &3-India-, Whispers of Soflay, Verses on Racism, Resistance and Refugee Crisis –India-, Metafora Współczesności –Poland-Thousand poems to the peace and happiness of humanity –Chile- , Family -Chile-, Anthology of Contemporary world poetry –Belgium-and participation in an international anthology against Racism.-Love Postcards. Nassira Nezzar has been awarded from Lebanon and Morocco as an ambassador of peace, she has a membership certificate from Nigeria as peace ambassador, she also got the World Laureate in Literature from WNWU. Nassira Nezzar has poems on her Youtube channel. She wrote and recited different poems in different languages: Arabic, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Turkish.

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