Nassira Nezzar


Epitacio Tongohan: Thank you so much for such great appreciation …Greetings from ALGERIA to you and to all the great members of PENTASI B WORLD Friendship Poetry.






Nassira Nezzar , a poetess and writer from Algeria, graduated at the Université 8 Mai 1945 de Guelma (8 May 1945 University of Guelma) with Bachelor in English Language and Literature. She has a diploma from CNEPD Annaba, as superior Technician in Tourism (Choice: Touristic guide). She has the attestation of success in Spanish language from a private school (Triki), and an attestation of presence in Italian language (CLS).
She worked at the University of May 8th1945- Guelma- as an English language teacher for 8 years.
She worked at the cultural directory and as an English language teacher at the National Insitute for Vocational training of Guelma.

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 Softlay, Verses on Racism, Resistance and Refugee Crisis –India-, Metafora Współczesności –Poland- and participation in an international anthology against Racism.

Nassira Nezzar has her own poems on Youtube plus collaborative poems with the American author John E WordSlinger on Youtube also. She recited different poems in different languages: Arabic, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Turkish.

Her website:

Poems of Nassira Poeta



Blank pages were awaiting me

on my desk..

I picked up my pen

Staring at them gently

I tried to hug my wondered thoughts carefully

A deep breath was taken

A part of stress was thrown

A wall of hesitation was broken

But what’s the hell!!!

What’s the hell!!

A motion was built up inside of me

And I couldn’t recognize the feeling accompanying me

Joy or sadness!!… tranquillity or rebellion!!

Loneliness or congestion!!

I stood up in front of the mirror

Pondering what’s the error !!..

The clock …

The clock attracted my attention

With its tic-toc…tic toc ..

The rain was falling on the window’s glass

Drop by drop…

the midnight shined on the clock and on my heart ..

But …The fear of the world

the hesitation of words..

had trembled me again

I thought of a break …but I didn’t take

So I came back to my desk again

Staring at the blank pages

asking myself:

Am I the emptiness of hearts?

Am I the contradiction of world?

Am I the heaviness of earth?

A thought with a joyful smile took off all the wonder

And hugged my mind…Saying ..

I’m your new story…

Are you ready to get rid of bad memories

And hard circumstances..

Come on … Don’t hesitate …

Throw your pains behind you

As you need me to fill your emptiness…

I need you to take from my fullness

the love, the success, and the happiness ….

I’m like the earth ..

I carry the world on my shoulders

I always wait that human being irrigates me with love

Not blood

I would like to see the faces happy not sad

But ….what should I say ?!!!

I’m your today…

Hug me tight without care

of what was diminished in yesterday

or what will appear in tomorrow.



Have you ever contemplated the poet’s eyes

And how they hold the huge mass of words

Have you ever seen the rebellion of stars in the skies

And how they hold each other for brightening our world…

Have you ever stared at the trip of words..

And how they delve deeply

into hearts despite the long miles..

Sometimes a word

hugs our dreams to irrigate them with joy

Sometimes a word

Hugs our reality to throw us as if we‘re a used toy..

Sometimes a word..

Takes me to the depth of your world..

Where there’s no hate, no discrimination, no wars

No jealousy, no oppression, and no difference of religions

Yes…your world…

Where I see only the eyes of a loving poet

A poet…

Who lives the storms but spreads tranquillity

Who collects words of love and joy to forget his misery

Who collects his tears and his smiles..

For being an ocean of words that could carry

the feeling with its various weights and sizes…

Yes sometimes a word to appear with confidence

Sometimes a word to disguise as the weak flies…

So behind the silence they hide…

Sometimes a word is said

To feed heart and head …

Many smiles may be drawn

And many tears may be shed…

Sometimes a word said

Many emotions with great passion they are led..

Sometimes a word carries many questions

Awaiting one sufficient answer…

We are created in this world

For loving each other not for killing or

Using our words as swords…



They call me love
I put my cheek on the scent of roses
I enter hearts without passing
through doors or windows
My magic is in my power
I hold you tight and take you higher
With my magical wings
I hover here and there..
kissing the stars, the moon,
the white clouds and the sun’s rays

They call me love
I look as the red colour with its contradictions
When I knock the doors of hearts
I don’t ask for permission
I’m not a sacred religion
I’m not restricted to something “allowed”
or something “forbidden”
I’m the wind, I’m the sun, I’m the rain
I’m the snow…
I’m the owner of all my seasons..


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