Dikter/Poems



in English and Swedish
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ENGLISH
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I wrote my first song at the age of seven, a song about my dog, Huma. Since then I wrote many songs, about 200 songs and poetry. I wrote them for myself, when I was inspired by all kinds of emotions and situations, whether happy or sad. Many of my poems were written during the darker times of my life, when I was hurt and abused. Writing for me is a way to deal with all emotions, and also to send a message. I'm not a singer, nor a professional musician, the songs just came by themselves. Languages: Hebrew, English, Swedish. The wish of giving out my songs, came much later in life, after I got chronically ill and lost the ability to work.  There were many obstacles in the way, but I finally took the first step!


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Click here: Songs by Tali Yifhar on Spotify. 


Celebrate Life
Inspiration


I'ts Not My Fault That I'm Popular
About a teenager's tough life ;)
I wrote it on the 90's


A good way to start the day
(Photo taken by me)
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I want to believe
30.1.2025

2025

When you hurt someone
2024

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2024
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On Borrowed Time
A poem that I wrote for the nonprofit organization Brains Get Famous (Okt. 4 2021)©

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I'm begging you to stop!
2024
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Oh Brother
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In memory of my brother Ariel
who left us tragically, only 16 years young
 
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I try to recall

I try to recall memories from the past, things we used to do when we were very young
I try to remember and it’s all coming back,, how lovely it felt just to be by your side to play on the shore and to build a big castle with seashells and drops made of water and sand
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e’d have lunch at grandmas after the bath that was made of a pipe at the yard. Grandma’s food was so good, but we had playful souls, so we’d run out and play without eating the food. And grandma was sad, she could not understand. But we loved our grandma so much.
Oh Brother, I miss you so… 

I try to recall memories from the past, as much as I just can recall. A Saturday morning we’ve climbed on the hill with mama and dad, hand in hand. We’d pick up some flowers and stones after lunch. I loved you my brother so much. One evening we went for a ride with dad on a tractor, to guard our olive grove. We saw thieves trying to carry sacks filled with olives. Dad yelled and scared them away, you and I sat in the trolley behind and we laughed 
At six years of age we left our village that mama and dad did not really love. The moving was painful; we left our friends and all our good memories behind But with you I could feel peace of mind
Oh brother I miss you so much…

You were the quite one whom I put my trust in. You were the talented one who helped others. You loved to create and explore everything. You were so admired and loved.
Your hands, like magic, created with love so many beautiful crafts. You lived your dream. And people around you would lend you their hand, cause they saw how talented you were. So many things have happened to me. My life was a mess, but I could always count on you, my brother. We had each other in times of joy, in times of pain. I needed you brother. I wasn’t prepared that one day you’ll be taken away from me. I lost you. I lost it all.
Oh brother I miss you

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And when she was gone

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Superficiality wanders in eternal cycles

while the Real remains secure in itself

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Fixed on appearance

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A broken soul

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People said it before me

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WHY?
about breast cancer



SVENSKA

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Min chocklad och min vikt
2015©

(Lånad bild)
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Lisa och Sara
(verklighetsbaserad. Tjejerna var 6-7 år.)


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För skojs skull :)

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Om min bröstcancer:
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Det är inte mitt fel att jag är populär
(ur en tonårstjejs hårda liv) 
okt. 10 2012©


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Jag bearbetar mina sorger och smärta genom att skriva om dem. Nedanstående dikter handlar om de gånger Jag utsattes för mycket grova rasistiska och narcissistiska kränkningar och är 100 % verklighetsbaserade:

Åk tillbaka!
En  dikt som handlar om upplevelser på mitt före detta arbetsplats 1996

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Svägerskan
 2005-2009 bodde jag i en litet hålla i skogen,
där blev kärleken till en mardröm.
  Jag blev utsatt för psykologisk misshandel och blivit hotad.
Allt, pga. fientlighet mot invandrare.
Dikten har musik. Den kommer ut så så småningom. 

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