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ya ben aşkı herkes gibi bilseydim.
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Ömrümden öteye taşıdığım çocuk...
Ya sen bu ülkede doğmasaydın,
ya ben aşkı herkes gibi bilseydim.
NHR
Butterflies in the stomach .....🦋🦋🦋
Give me butterflies in my stomach,
Light shivers like wandering feathers,
Let every heartbeat be a dance,
And every breath an adventure to undertake.
Take me on the waves of emotion,
On the secret paths of passion,
Where words are lost and found again,
In the gentle echo of a love that listens.
Give me butterflies, cascading stars,
In the sky of our eyes where everything is hidden,
Suspended moments, distraught laughter,
Moments of happiness, of pure gratitude.
Let me touch the softness of your skin,
Like a caress in the moonlight,
May every moment spent with you be an opportunity
To taste life's intoxicating infinity.
Give me butterflies, shivers of intoxication,
In the intoxication of the moment, in tenderness,
For in your arms I find balance,
And every beat of my heart capsizes.
Give me butterflies, flashes of light,
On this senseless journey where our souls are set free,
No matter the torments, no matter the headwinds,
In your arms, I am whole at last.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
30th March 2024
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🟣💜🟣 THE LADY IN PURPLE 🟣💜🟣
In a garden of shadows and dreams,
A lady in mauve dances and soars.
Her mystical gaze, starry with secrets,
Tells tales, perfect legends.
Her hair, a cascade of violet silk,
Brushes the time in a discreet embrace.
The lady in mauve, adorned in softness,
paints pictures in the darkness of hours.
Her smile, moonlight caressing the night,
Awakens stars in a faraway sky.
Her light steps draw arabesques,
Like poems etched in the air, picturesque.
The mauve dress, flowing like a prayer,
Evokes dreams in the light shade.
The lady in mauve, symbol of elegance,
exudes an aura of love and transcendence.
She carries within her shards of galaxies,
The stars seem to bow in astonishment.
The lady in mauve, an enigmatic symphony,
Composes a melody where follies are lost.
Her eyes, two shards of emerald and mystery,
Sing ballads of sincere soul.
The lady in mauve, guardian of the stars,
Guides our dreams to lands without veils.
Under the veil of night, she still dances,
A ballerina of eternity, sweet sonata of gold.
The lady in mauve, among the stars, fades,
Leaves behind her a star, a trace.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
4th February 2024
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DEDICATED TO MY PRECIOUS FRIEND @stocky2016
🦋🦋🦋I'M YOUR LOVING BUTTERFLY 🦋🦋🦋
In the soft light of twilight,
I'm your butterfly, a tiny dancer.
In love with your splendor, I twirl,
On the petals of love, my heart immolates itself.
Your eyes, stars in the deep night,
Are the beacon guiding my wandering flight.
I lose myself in the radiance of your smile,
Like a butterfly captivated by delirium.
Your words, fragrant petals, embrace me,
Like a gentle breeze that soothes.
I'm your butterfly, fragile and tender,
At your side, my love wants to spread.
In the secret garden of our emotions,
Passion blooms, eternal devotion.
Each beat of my wings, a declaration,
I'm your butterfly, in adoration.
In the silent ballet of our dreams,
I become the echo of your lies.
But in the truth of our embrace,
I'm your butterfly, in tinted love.
Let our wings graze each other, in soft splinters,
Like an intimate dance, a tender step.
I'm your butterfly, captive and free,
In the eternal poem of a love that vibrates.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
4th February 2024
"Those Quieter Moments"
Take my hand and caress each step in time,
lets sway together in a slow romantic dance divine,
Feel the rhythm, but don't be afraid to take the lead,
let's make the special memory we both so need.
Wrapped in each others' arms , alone but now free,
be pleasantly surprised by any stolen kiss received.
Our love is real, our hearts so well matched,
we'll never forget what could be lost, in being detached.
Our own little world's just made for two,
its serene, sensual peace, all so genuinely true,
We'll write our own, very personal lyrical song,
and seek then to play it through the whole night long.
Slowing down from the daily grind...moments sublime
discovering solace from worldly chaos, but in our time.
You lift my spirits, as we indulge in a mesmerising delight
savouring each moment, in slow motion tonight
No matter what pain we've felt, there's always a chance
to savour joy, feel the bliss of fresh romance...
There's no limit to our sweet music, we move to the sounds
take our chance on the floor, as opportunity beckons.
To then explore a future , with nobody else but us two,
our romantic poems shared and so unselfishly too,
In the intimacy of darkness and the dreams of our heart,
we make love, and swear unequivocally, never to part.
In life's fleeting waltz, a yearning plea,
For slow dances, whispers, sweet decree.
Amidst the rush, let time advance,
To stolen kisses and the softest trance.
In quiet moments, where solace gleams,
Echoes of love in silent streams.
A ballet of hearts, a tender chance,
Life craves more than just a hurried dance.
Beneath the stars, a gentle sway,
A symphony of moments, night and day.
Soft embraces, a touch that enhances,
The richness found in unhurried glances.
Not the sprint but the lingering stroll,
Love's story etched on the heart's scroll.
In stolen kisses, a connection commences,
Life's tapestry woven with slow advances.
For in the hush, true beauty unveils,
As time, like a patient lover, never fails.
Let the world rush by, in its expanse,
Yet savor the magic of life's slow dance.
© Geoff Stockton ❤️🥀 in close collaboration with © Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️ @butterfly-poetry
@stocky2016
9th January 2024
Poetic writing ...
I compose for the humble grace of publishing,
For the modest pleasure of burnishing a leaf,
For the sole comfort of having the strength
To exhale my anger, my joy, my melancholy...
I write because I'm fond of calligraphy,
Produce everything that crosses my mind,
To write the excellent as well as the most disastrous.
However, it's all futile.
I libel my maxims,
Even for nonsense;
It may seem absurd
To transcribe a vaporous ode.
I scribble in the light of a pen,
The doubt of a mine that scratches a gazette
Since there's nothing to sketch;
A coming and going with the wind.
My adages will be perpetual
Even if I stay awake,
The praises will never end.
My reason like a song without end.
At my funeral will lantern the perfume of my breath,
The ephemeral ecstasy of my epigraphs,
Like a reflection of an insolent liaison.
Without the bondage or frail uncertainty of my soul.
My sigh breathes with the ease of my work.
For my livid heart desires its freedom.
For the illusion of my utopias
Brushes against the sublime allure of my essence.
It is the singular source of a dreamer
Who soothes in me
And the oracle of my legend.
She is my romanticism.
My veiled elocution disputes my voiceless reason.
My being slips gracefully into my chimeras.
I unfold the buried wonder of my fairytale destiny.
My light spirit is captivated by my solitary writings.
My blank page twirls with my light verses.
I write my maxims
And my pen is turned
By the infinite poetry of a word.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
27th January 2024
SAFE HAVRE
In a world of ethereal delight,
Where peace and poetry intertwine,
A heaven exists in starry twilight,
A love eternal, forever mine.
In this celestial sanctuary,
Words dance upon a golden breeze,
Whispered secrets of true poetry,
Unveiling the depth of my soul's keys.
Where tranquility reigns in harmony,
And melodies of love sweetly sung,
Our spirits soar in sheer serenity,
Creating a world where hearts are young.
Through verses penned in tenderest ink,
Our souls unite in passionate sighs,
Love's tapestry woven with a blink,
Upon a canvas of infinite skies.
With every rhyme and every verse,
We paint a love that time can't fade,
A love whose essence can't be coerced,
But thrives in a realm where dreams cascade.
In this heavenly realm, no shadows dwell,
Only the brilliance of love's embrace,
A haven of peace, where all fears dispel,
Our love story, adorned with grace.
Like two celestial quills, we scribe,
Inspirations of love and divine light,
Our words interweaved, forever alive,
Guided by stars in this realm of sight.
A tapestry of verses, intertwining,
Paints the portrait of our eternal love,
In this realm of peace, forever shining,
Bathed in the moon's gentle night above.
So let us dwell in this paradise,
Where peace and poetry shall remain,
Forever entwined, two souls harmonize,
In a havre of love, untouched by pain.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
( Inspired by the movie : Safe Heaven, adaptation of the book of Nicolas Sparks )
https://youtu.be/p4vhm3_-3VM?si=DxK7zKAbDH3DSsH2
Picture : Pinterest and Google
THE POETRY OF BLUE
The clouds are dust
to the dawn's accomplice as it unfolds its precarious morning,
winning the battle with the sky
and discriminating against the painter's weeping brush,
even the poet's heartbroken pen.
In spite of everything, you will impose your beauty through your brilliance
this line of contrasting compassion,
worthy of a horizon you have tamed
and placed under the guardianship
of your ardent arms.
And like a great silver blanket on a bed of gold,
immensity has elected you to the rank of carnal love.
Your name is on every mouth
and the caressing eyes of a sun
watch you perform your fashion show
in glory of sand and water,
singing your reign
in the continents of Ecuador
or recounting the attraction of a desire.
That of your fragrant pupils
that never cease to connect with my feelings,
the perpetual movement
on the curve of your lips,
an important and generous smile.
And so as not to end up alone
never ceases to water the present, docile to my thirst to love you.
Your unfaithful light,
a reflection of courage seeking in vain
a scrap of survival.
And the slow prayer
of a yellow twilight
will stop defying the hours,
to which your song will gradually fade away
tired of having dazzled
bodies soon asleep
assigned to darkness.
You will seek no more
for the battle of time
has judged you defeated
but with such merit and without noise
you will push your adventure towards the shaded wind
where ochre and black are betrothed
carrying in your pockets
the beautiful tragedy of the world.
Then you will place on your feet
the valiant footprint of the thirsty dream
that counts the climbs
in the bitterness of the night.
Soon will come your new destiny
in the capricious calendar of days that cry out.
Then you'll know, as usual, what's opening up before your eyes,
the countless blue.
© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀
15th January 2024