Poète devenu
Je suis
devenu ce poète,
Mes lignes,
ma vie,
Mon histoire
se tient ici,
Mes lignes,
mon destin,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
J’ai marché
longtemps,
J’ai pleuré
bien des fois,
Personne pour
m’accueillir,
Comme un
loup égaré à la vie,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
De racines rejeter,
Ma tombe je
l’attends,
Depuis longtemps
j’ai des prières,
Il ne me
laisse pas le temps du repos,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
Il me reste
du temps à vous écrire,
De poètes qui
parlent dans le silence,
De cicatrices
douloureuses qui restent,
De poètes
qui chantent pour oublier,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
Le temps a
passé,
Mes lignes
sont avec des mots,
Comme le
poète qui cherche son chemin,
Demain sur
de nouvelles voies, je chante,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
Cette poésie
et pour toi,
Toi l’égarer
de la vie,
Nos chemins
se sont croisés un jour,
Une histoire
qui dure des siècles déjà,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
Exode sur
les chemins de la vie,
Ils t’on
battu, toi le poète,
Affliger de
mots blessant,
Tu as fuit
sur les chemins de l’exode,
Poète devenu,
je suis resté celui là.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 23.04.2013
Créateur de
poésies depuis 1973
poet became
I became a poet,
My lines, my life,
My story is here
My lines, my destiny,
Poet became, I was that one.
I have long market
I cried many times,
Person to greet me,
Like a wolf to life lost,
Poet became, I was that one.
Roots reject
I expect my grave,
I long prayers,
It does not leave me time to rest,
Poet became, I was that one.
There I have time to write you,
Poets who speak in silence,
Painful scars that remain,
Poets who sing to forget
Poet became, I was that one.
The time has passed,
My lines are with words,
As the poet seeks the path,
Tomorrow in new ways, I sing,
Poet became, I was that one.
This poetry for you,
You lost the life,
Our paths crossed one day
A story that lasts for centuries already,
Poet became, I was that one.
Exodus on the paths of life,
They'll beat you, you're the poet,
Distressed hurtful words
You fled to the paths of migration,
Poet became, I was that one.
NICOLLE Edmond 23/04/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
I became a poet,
My lines, my life,
My story is here
My lines, my destiny,
Poet became, I was that one.
I have long market
I cried many times,
Person to greet me,
Like a wolf to life lost,
Poet became, I was that one.
Roots reject
I expect my grave,
I long prayers,
It does not leave me time to rest,
Poet became, I was that one.
There I have time to write you,
Poets who speak in silence,
Painful scars that remain,
Poets who sing to forget
Poet became, I was that one.
The time has passed,
My lines are with words,
As the poet seeks the path,
Tomorrow in new ways, I sing,
Poet became, I was that one.
This poetry for you,
You lost the life,
Our paths crossed one day
A story that lasts for centuries already,
Poet became, I was that one.
Exodus on the paths of life,
They'll beat you, you're the poet,
Distressed hurtful words
You fled to the paths of migration,
Poet became, I was that one.
NICOLLE Edmond 23/04/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
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