My Name is Maya and I began to write when I was 16 years old. I studied poetry in the USA with an inspiring teacher. I started to write in English- an amazing language, and than in other 2 french and hebrew.
I'm willing in the future to be read by many people and maybe even to publish a book... more »
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Maya Took Poems
(Shadows of) Moving
Straight roads were taken The sea was so near- Green garden was open- You had nothing to fear
The girl who doesn't know self defence-2
Self-Exile Smashed into a wall Tied, with invisible chains of conscience
Reproach To Litterary Preachers (teacher...
Darkness refers to evil Night refers to death Somber refers to fear Shadow refers to wrath!
I know my self esteem shows, You don't have to tell me In fact, you are not renewing anything Just disturbing my spirit's peace...
Land of Love
There, On a white horse
Sitting at night Awaiting the dawn The sky is black bright Green is the lawn
I am searching, God knows what Seeking, looking But for what?
My Little cherry tomato plant
You will grow my little ones You will rise my tiny ones Into a bush then a tree And to the sky, you will be free!
State of mind
I sit in class- Your words, from clear formation- Turn into lyrics- From soft lyrics
I have a heart attack you guys! Can't stand to hear all your lies, Though I beat All, I shall say, A list of excuses, will never decay:
In the cotton field
Ay cotton seeds, cotton weeds. Grow day and night Through clouds and rain- Grow little trees
The girl who doesn't know self defence-3
*Salvation Through writing Those poems I wrote Gave me courage-
The girl who doesn't know self defence-1
An Arrow, you. As an arrow stuck in my heart- and spins slow, goes deep
Days of Darkness
Darkness surrounds my spirit Gloomness is piercing my heart- My body feels hollow and empty- My soul is falling apart.
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(Shadows of) Moving
Straight roads were taken
The sea was so near-
Green garden was open-
You had nothing to fear
Your friends were at parties
Close to eye and to heart
Friends from your youth
That now you feel somewhat appart
Count your blessings
My dear friend,
Though road is long-
Your heart, you will mend.
New people to meet
Old friends to greet
Anxiety, curiosity too!
If anything dear
I'm always there for you!