Short Tunisia Poems
Short Tunisia Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tunisia by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tunisia by length and keyword.
The silver sky
Released the
Tarnished sun,
At dusk,
For me
To wane
Into that
Dark eternal
night in the
Land of Tunisia
Never will the soul kneel to despair
Because ease by God's will is coming
And with it joy and laughter.
Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, 02/02/2023)
What ivory smiles
Playing her piano
In the dark, but
Where does night
Rest her eyes,
In this land of Tunisia
Bringing stars
Through the
Will of God
President Beji Caid Essebsi
The octogenarian who by a miraculous gamble in policy
Fancied he restored enduring stamina
Escalated power to preside over poor Tunisia.
crazy moon
wearing your
favorite
black
evening gown
flashing your
white neon
smile for
a thousand
miles
rocketing
across
the wild wind
of that
black velvet
night
in Tunisia
Sassi draws even
captain Kane's last-minute brace-
Three Lions sneak past
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Time Trump Was In Tunisia
We remember when Trump was in Tunisia,
And he had suffered from case of amnesia,
Idiot outright,
To his delight,
So would start giving him more anesthesia.
Jim Horn
It is time now to remember
How time would nearly render
Everyone to see his/her own way
But I hope those ways will cross
Soon beyond earthly gain and loss.
Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, August the first, 2021)
Advice
There is no need to play the victim
And go about life as a stubborn mule
Whisper to your poor pained heart
That its dream will pick a good shall
Despite those who said it was
Trust Him, He is most capable
Who gave you life, not they, idiot heart!
Their deceptions and injuries are not a joke
Love yourself and look back time and again
At the many valleys you have crossed.
Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, 01/02/2023)
Tunisia does not need
what is being done to it.
Oh people, isn't it high time
to stop this and wake up?
See then, why sit and talk
when we should work and walk?
Martyrs did not want
to die and part for nothing.
They did not come to life
and go without blessing.
Why, then, are those
who killed them still walking?
Till when, Oh God,
they will live and keep hiding?
Do they live to make others die?
Are they humans?
Chokri Omri
Money slips through your fingers
Depression sets in and lingers
No gifts to buy
Why, oh why?
Can't go shopping, don't have enough
Do I really need it, it's just stuff
Can't buy pizza
If I had money maybe I would go to Tunisia
Oh, the lack
Everything so black
Wanting to get
When increase doesn't come, I get upset
Maybe, I'm sinning
Don't seem to be winning
Nothing is funny
Wish it were sunny
Increase I'll get
Won't be upset
Keturah;
Green eyes like the pastel leaves of spring
Jett black hair like that night in Tunisia
Keturah;
Brown cinnamon skin leaves a sweet taste in your mouth
Smooth African face, as round as the blue moon
Keturah;
A smile that descends from the heaven within
Your beauty is the light from the stars, at night
Keturah;
We fly across the moon
Walk beyond the star
Enjoy this afternoon
Keturah;
What do we have
What do we know
This all begins right
Here for you, keturah