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Best Poems Written by Ameni Letaief

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To Him

Weeping in the dark 
Eating tasteless prose
Suddenly, there was a spark 
A kind of bless and a curse 
Do I have to apply my skills? 
So that you know who you are 
I told you once, I am a simple writer 
I am nothing close to a star 
But, you are indeed a sky 
Full of wisdom and love 
A cloud that rains on humanity 
An angel sent from above 
It is not about how much you helped me
Material things come and go 
It is about the way you looked through me 
About the beauty and flaw
Travelling is poetic
But, what is travelling without a good friend? 
And you have been that friend to me 
A depth within depth
A theatrical performance I loved to attend
I am not going to thank you 
To be formal and polite 
Formality is superficial 
Politeness is too kind 
And I am neither formal nor professional 
I am too messy, but alright 
So tell me what should I say about a mind that is so vast? 
A river that keeps flowing 
That will never end, but last 
What should I say about a heart so pure? 
Applying my skills is a must 
But, I ran out of descriptions and metaphors 
Excuse my non-poetic lust 
So, tell me what is after the “So” 
Do I have to pack my words and go 
But, my words are endless 
I will just go with a flow 
Yet, even if I keep writing and writing 
You will never come to know 
Because I cannot describe what cannot be described 
I cannot create words even if I get bribed 
You are more than a description 
You are what I am still trying to understand 
You are a myth, a fairytale 
It lasts for centuries and does not end 
I am grateful that you have changed my mind 
About what I believed was true
I can’t believe I under estimated myself 
But how do I know? I had no clue 
And now I feel alive once again 
I am grateful for bringing me back 
what I wanted to let go 
is it time to say thank you? 
IF IT MEANS YES THEN FOR ME IT’S NO

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Lustful Sin

Babe , how does it feel to be mine?
How does it feel to pour on your body red wine 
I ll drink it sip by sip 
There will be no chapter I want to skip 
Your hair I will flip 
I ll kiss you from your neck to your hip 
I am a soft music 
You are a porno clip 
And I can’t get my hands away from you 
Nor my tongue on your lower lip 

Babe how does it feel to scream your name 
To lay helpless in your arms without shame
To play your own little game 
To see me weak and lame 
To add fire to my flame 
How does it feel to tell you “ I came” 

Babe, you are a deadly sin and I want to die in you
I want to taste your poison like a little hoe 
I will get up and low 
I ll watch your desires grow
Babe I am down for the show 
Torture me hard and slow 
Your body is the language I know 

Babe how does it feel to make me yours ?
I will follow you and abide by the rules 
Open your legs the way you open doors 
Take me in to all the floors 
I am ready to start no war but wars 

Babe , are you covered with bloody wine 
Are you breathless or just fine 
I want your hands to replace mine 
And touch me soflty but leave a sign 
You made cross the line 
I am yours, you are mine

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Simple Writer

I am nothing but a simple writer 
Trying to find my place in the world 
In the battle of existence 
I am my own fighter 
I am a lonely and a dying bird 
My life is covered with death 
Please don’t you take the cover 
Don’t undress my darkness and fear
Don’t reveal what I don’t want to unravel 
I am  nothing but a simple writer 
Why are you looking for a famous hand? 
I am not the person you should be looking for 
I am what you can’t stand 
Go search for metaphors, for comparisons and paradoxes 
My work does not include all of that 
My writings have nothing to do with the poetic forms 
My work is empty and flat
So what are you looking for? 
Are you looking for the empty me? 
I have already sold my soul 
To create a bittersweet tragedy 
I am nothing but a simple writer 
You do not have to read my words 
In the battle of poetry 
I am the only fighter 
I have no weapons or swords

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Last Station

We met at the last station 
Where broken dreams were repaired 
Where hearts were left behind 
Where love can be shared 
We were always late 
None of us ever came in time 
The clock never united us 
We were united by something stronger 
The waiting, the anticipation 
The intense desires 

The mini bus came 
It was pale like our faces 
Crowded with tasteless souls 
But, we were joyful 
Deep inside we were happy to be together 
In pale faces and reddish ones 
Music was on ,we started to feel high 
We inhaled the rhythm
And exhaled love 

We reached the promising place 
It was empty ,but full of us 
The sea was angry, the wind was sad 
The combination of sadness and anger
Paved the way to clouds 
And created a beautiful storm
But , no one has noticed the storm of the feelings we had 

Breakfast was laid on the sand 
We didn’t have that much 
Only cheap food mixed with an unconditional love 
Music was on again 
Our voices were the singer 
And our bodies were the drums 
What a messy combination

The place was empty but, full of us
Full of love, desire and lust 
We were the everything and  the nothing 
The bond, the friendship and trust 
What a messy combination of 
Pale faces and reddish hearts

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Pure Love

I smelled your scent in the port 
I saw the city lights
While sipping my cheap coffee in the cold
A smile fell from my eyes 
Only then I knew ,time has come for goodbyes 
I have never wanted to let you go 
And cut the heart I had 
I promised to take it real slow 
Because deep inside I was afraid 
Here I am now consuming the nature and moving ahead 
But, I will never forget you for you are my tasty cake 
You and I are alike 
Sometimes I can’t compare 
I can feel your loneliness 
I am sober and aware 
At the start of the poem 
I have never thought this is going to be for you 
But, I couldn’t stop my hand from writing about a heart that is so true 
Wherever I might be remember, I will come back for the show

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Your Flaws

Your flaws aren’t flaws to me
Your scars aren’t as well 
You are a beautiful art 
Made on earth and sold in hell