Poem by Munir Mezyed

Poem by Munir Mezyed

 

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Be my Muse !
I will shake the tree of Universe
And make all the stars fall at your feet.

 

Odes that Drink Almond Milk

(1)

Habibti bathes in the blood of my voice to retain her youth
She sees the flower as a white honey flask
She keeps sipping on it.

(2)

That odes waggling in water is bait
I use it to attract and catch sea nymphs

(3)

She teaches me how to fly without wings in the fire of love
Due to extreme pleasure
She keeps drinking the almond milk from my sighs

(4)

She sees me as a cloud of almond milk
She won’t stop flirting with me
And the waves of her breast keeps hitting the shores of tranquility

(5)

To the sucking longings
Dream shows its blue breast
Thus the cold memories burst into flames
Flying from the hearths of nostalgia as stars
Carrying the sky in their eyes….

(6)

Habibti
Between the ode’s breaths I see you dancing
Dreams rise from their slumber
I see myself pouring you a cup of milk almond

 

قَصَائِدُ تَشْرَبُ حَلِيبَ اللَّوْزِ

مُنِير مَزِيد

(1)

تَسْتَحِمُّ حَبِيبَتِي فِي دِمَاءِ صَوْتِي لِتَسْتَعِيدَ صِبَاهَا
تَرَىٰ الزَّهَرَةَ قَارُورَةَ عَسَلٍ أَبْيَضَ
لَا تَكُفُّ عَنْ اِرْتِشَافِهَا

(2)

تِلْكَ الْقَصِيدَةُ الَّتِي تَتَمَرَّغُ فِي الْمَاءِ
طُعْمٌ
أَغْوَي بِهَا حُوريَّاتِ البَحْرِ
لِأَصْطادَهُنَّ

(3)

تُعَلِّمُنِي الطَّيَرَانَ مِنْ دُونِ أَجْنِحَةٍ فِي نَارِ الْعِشْقِ
وَمِنْ فَرْطِ اللَّذَّةِ
لَا تَكُفُّ عَنْ اِرْتِشَافِ حَلِيبَ اللَّوْزِ مِنْ آهَاتِي

(4)

تَرَانِي سَحَابَةً مِنْ حَلِيبَ اللَّوْزِ
فَلَا تَكُفُّ عَنْ مُغَازَلَتِي
وَأَمْوَاجُ نَهْدِهَا تَضْرِبُ شَوَاطىءِ السِّكِّينَةِ

(5)

لِلْأَشَواقِ الرَّضِيعَةِ
يُظْهِرُ الحُلْمُ نَهْدَهُ الْأَزْرَقَ
تَشْتَعِلُ الْذِكْرَيَاتُ الْبَارِدَةُ
وَتَطِيرُ مِنْ مَوْاقِدِ الْحَنِينِ نُجُومًا
تَحْمِلُ السَّمَاءَ فِي عُيُونِهَا

(6)

حَبِيبَتِي
بَيْنَ أَنْفَاسِ الْقَصِيدَةِ أَرَاكِ تَرْقُصِينَ
تَنْتَفِضُ الْأَحْلَامُ مِنْ سُبَاتِهَا
أَرَانِي أَسْكُبُ لَكِ كَأْسًا مِنْ حَلِيبِ اللَّوْزِ

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One thought on “Poem by Munir Mezyed

  1. Bravo Munire!
    Tvoje pjesme, minijature, govore puno više od nekih poema sa velikim brojem strofa.. u nekoliko redova oživljavaš emocije, ljubav, strast, koristeći puno stilskih figura.. Uživanje je čitati ❤️
    ***Bravo Munire!
    Your poems, miniatures, speak far more than some poems with a large number of verses. In a few queues you revive emotions, love, passion, using a lot of stylistic figures. Enjoy reading ❤️
    h.dž_Alma.. :)>

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