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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
A blank page,
A blank mind,
My thoughts consumed by one thing…
You.
I tried burying myself in organising,
And even then you pop up everywhere,
It’s like my brain won’t stop,
I can’t do anything without you,
Or so it seems.
I’m shaking just thinking about losing you,
But yet there’s a peace in me,
I know you’ll be fine,
I know you’ll come back,
I know…
I don’t know,
I’m convincing myself of what I know,
But I don’t believe it,
Not until you’re safe and sound in front of me.
So for the love of god,
Just come home
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
His smile is like nothing I’ve ever seen before
It’s like the ocean
Beautiful but unknown
Whenever he smiles it’s like his face lights up
It’s like all my worries are washed away
His smile has a story to tell
And I’m more than willing to listen
I’ll listen to every word, every sound
I’ll listen even when he has nothing to say
His smile is something I want to experience
I want to put that smile on his face
I want to feel exactly how he feels when he smiles
His smile might be the death of me
But I don’t mind
I’d rather die seeing him smile,
Then never seeing his smile again
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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All the TV shows tell me he feels the same,
When in reality I know he doesn’t,
In all the romance movies I watch how the girl gets the guy,
I know someday I’ll end up with someone,
Today is just not that day,
And he’s not the guy I will end up with,
I know it,
He knows it,
Everyone knows it,
Yet there is this tiny feeling that I want to see where it would go,
Even if it’s just me telling him about my feelings,
Everything returning to normal,
And never speaking of it again,
Sometimes I want to text him,
Tell him I want to hang out,
But whenever I think about it I feel like a stalker,
I’ve never felt like this before,
I don’t know what to do around him,
Do I smile?
Do I maintain eye contact when he looks back at me?
Or do I just pretend he isn’t in the same room as me?
Every door is open,
The universe is giving thousands of options,
I’m too scared to take any of them,
I seem to want him,
But not wanting the risk of getting hurt,
I guess that’s normal,
I hate feeling like this and not being brave enough to do anything about it.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
love is a weird concept,
I’ve never quiet grasped it,
I’ve never experienced love,
Not like that anyway,
The love I know is seeing my friend after months of not speaking,
It’s cuddling my cats after waking up in the morning,
Watching tv with my mom.
I know love,
Just not romance,
I’ve liked plenty of guys;
But none of them sticked.
Love is a concept,
Not a thing,
It’s not something you can hold or see,
I’ve always hoped to find someone to show me love,
Not realising I’m surrounded by it,
I wanted someone to love me,
Only to find out people already do.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
Good things come and go,
Sometimes I wish they would stay,
So I never have to feel like this again,
But then again would I be truly happy without the bad days?
Every day is unpredictable,
Just like people,
I try to plan out my day,
Yet I get nothing done,
It’s crazy how we try to control our lives,
When in reality we’re not in control at all.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
I pretend to be a puppet,
A puppet who likes to play a game,
A game that is so complicated that nobody has figured it out yet,
A game so tough that it gives shivers down my spine,
I pretend to be a puppet,
A puppet who’s good at the game,
Who knows when to talk,
And never gives the wrong answer,
I pretend to be a puppet,
I have been for a long time,
But with you I stopped pretending,
And it just felt right
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
I did it,
I finally did it,
I conquered my fear without a hint of panic,
Who know I was this strong,
This resilient?
I stood on a stage,
No fear, no thoughts,
Just me.
Like Franklin D. Roosevelt once said,
“There is nothing to fear,
But fear itself”
I tend to use that in my own life,
Not just my thoughts,
I’m doing things I never thought I could do,
And I’m loving every second of it,
I love this new me.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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Yasmine Cherkaoui Poem
Pigeons are often overlooked,
Shooed away,
Chased by kids like it’s some game,
People tend to see them as garbage,
As an inconvenience,
They often forget they’re also just birds,
People wouldn’t do that to a parrot,
A peacock,
Or a flamingo,
Sometimes I can relate to them,
They never seem to fit in anywhere,
Never welcome,
Never at peace.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2026
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Art is relative,
You like it or you don’t,
Art makes you feel,
Even if it’s hatred or disgust,
Art doesn’t have to be beautiful,
It can be horrendous and still have beauty in it’s own way,
People are like that too,
They either love you or hate you,
You’re not everyone’s type of person,
But that doesn’t mean you’re not art.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2026
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I got over you,
Finally and truly over you,
I haven’t seen you in months and I honestly forgot you existed,
Reading back on the poems I wrote you,
Feeling those emotions again,
It’s weirdly comforting,
I know now that what I felt was real,
But I also know we would never last,
You never knew,
You probably don’t ever even think about me,
I won’t lie and say it doesn’t sting,
But I never made a move,
I never put myself out there,
It’s my fault if we’re pointing fingers,
You were perfect,
And that’s how I want to remember,
Not awkward eye contact,
Not small smiles when we passed each other,
Just two people living their own lives.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2026
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