I think about her
I think about her
When am sick
I call her name
I can't forget her
the sweet of my heart
I really love her
And her name is my dream
day and night
I will praise her
All days of my life
At the time of my death
It will be a war
to separate our love in sorrow and toil.
She's my sweet,
the light of my life forever and ever.
I really love her with all my heart
the pole of my rib
from Adam and Eve
the woman was great
She's my home
She's my love
When am sick i call her sweet
to get back in life
Oh! she's my salt
She's my lamp,
I don't know where to hide her
with her beautiful face
I think about her
I think about her
my love, my friend.
Copyright © sekitto kisakye | Year Posted 2007
Don't be intimidated by my curves
my swervy loveliness
my mocha skin glistening in,
the moonlight inviting you in
don't be shy when you see my thigh
how silky and thick, long and slick those legs are
And that dip in my hip
Are you scared? Do you like the texture of my hair?
don't be intimidated by my voluptuous bosom
see how they hang, look how they swang
Chocolate globes with the fudgy peaks, more than a handful
thay speak, for themselves
my round rump but not too plump
sexy it is as it walks away
my gorgeous build should have you filled with
pride, lust and admiration
So show appreciation for the full figured diva
who stands before you
my swervy loveliness glistening in the moonlight
Inviting you in
I'm lovin the skin i'm in
Copyright © Jamila Strong | Year Posted 2012
Is her name,
getting into everything,
is her game,
she's as bright,
and as fresh,
as new fallen snow,
and I love to watch her,
as she grows,
her curiosity beats it all,
she's 3 feet tall,
her blue eyes sparkle,
when she's done something wrong,
and you can never be mad at her,
all that long,
her beautiful smile,
will make you weak,
she's being a sneak,
you can't help but love,
that sweet little girl,
with straw colored hair,
and bouncing curls.
Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014
You looked at me, with your eyes so blue,
freshly born like the morning dew,
The doctors placed you in my arms,
a little bundle full of beauty and charms,
Tears began to fill my eyes,
for the sight of your face had me mesmerized,
I am the luckiest mommy – yes it’s true,
All because I have you,
God gave me a gift- more precious than any
Diamond, ruby, or pearl,
For has he blessed me with the most beautiful
Copyright © Melissa Mercado | Year Posted 2013
I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled.
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice,
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing:
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke.
That was me just being a bloke!
Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah | Year Posted 2013
I thought of myself as a damsel in distress,
As someone who needed saving,
And as I fell deeper and deeper I wondered who would catch me.
Time passed and as I fell I saw a sliver of light,
I tore back the paper and realized I could fight my own fight.
I could save myself.
I don’t need superman to sweep me off my feet,
I just need me.
Because ‘ME’ is who I want to be and ‘ME’ wants to be free,
And how can I be free if I keep expecting someone else to save me?
I don’t need a man.
I don’t need to hold your hand.
I don’t need you to help me stand.
I CAN wear the cape,
I CAN rock the tights,
I CAN fly.
I CAN do it ALL,
As long as I remember,
I’m not the damsel in distress,
I don’t need you to catch my fall,
I CAN do it all.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
Pave way for your younger brothers, this is the price i have to pay
as 13 year old, first born girl I have no say in my education welfare
my dad by now has already received my bride price
I wonder why we are poor, with a price tag over my womanhood
It a shame mama pima, the local brewer enjoyed my fortune to the last penny
menarche is finally here, I must hide it,
for the 45 year old man would come to collect his due, remember am already paid for
there is no chance that two women can live in the same hut, often my dad will remark
I can hide, but they know where to find me
at the local rescue center, it's already over stretched
At my tenth birthday i wasn't lucky to escape i had to face the knife
Mutilation at least, its not worse than clipping my wings of success
with no education am stuck in the last century
Am taught to be submissive,my sole role to my husband, "the man of the house."
as a woman i see no freedom the shackle are still on my wrist and ankle
is this the free society?
The world is a cycle, efficient in recycling old vices
domestic violence and gender inequality are here to stay
am now a grow woman, and still i conform with the community
the community that downcast the liberal, women of class
my kids are about to be introduced to the "culture"
Divorced am now a single mother, 3 kids and on my early 20s
trying to change a static society landed me to my new status
"I want to lead the world", my 8 year old daughter says.
I want to believe that some day she will be given an opportunity
but i will be no more, coz the culture would have killed me
Copyright © kenneth mwangi | Year Posted 2014
There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.
They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.
As soon as it grew silent,
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out,
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.
There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.
They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.
Copyright © Rachael C | Year Posted 2006
You criticized me to the end of my
existence. I completely lost myself, simply
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my
name and point out another mistake. Self
worth. What is that?
Quite frankly, I'm trying to rediscover
mine. Since it has been perished.
Diminished along with the feeling of
I'm not comfortable anymore. I'm sorry if
you think I'm superficial for liking clothes.
But I'm forever searching for an outfit that
I don't have to tug at and readjust like my
Sorry if my attitude isn't chipper when I
first wake up in the morning after only
getting 3 hours of sleep
because I had lay awake and analyzed
every single one of my actions for the day,
after you insisted on pointing out
everything I could have done better. Sorry
that you think I'm a perfectionist,
because I'm more than aware that I'm not
perfect. More than aware, because you
remind me everyday.
I actually don't strive to be perfect, I just
strive to be accepted. Your voice is like
acid to my ears.
All I want is one day of not having to hear
your icy tone after you call me ignorant.
But ignorance is bliss, don't you know? I
am so lost now that I actually miss the
days that I was naive to this world.
The days where I just nodded and obeyed.
Thinking that it would eventually change
But no...it changed me. I've become a
heartless *****. Actually, I care SO much.
Though, no one knows that. If I come off
as a *****, I'm truly sorry. But I feel
constantly on edge,
like I have to either defend or prove
myself. If someone compliments me, it
has to be a joke.
Who could compliment such a worthless
piece of human existence.
That's what I think of myself now. Your
fault? No, it's mine. My fault for not being
able to overcome this.
My fault for turning to drugs because
Molly was the only one who could make
I counted how many times I genuinely
laughed this year. Six. All of them when I
My fault for locking myself in the
bathroom and not being able to look in the
mirror without bursting into tears because
I hated myself so much.
I'd sit there and write out lists. Lists of
everything I needed to change about
myself, because what I needed to change
about myself was everything.
But, then what does that leave? Nothing.
And if I am nothing, then I no longer exist.
I spent so much time trying to be good
enough for you, that I forgot about what
was good for myself.
Gabriella? Yeah I knew that girl. But she
disappeared the day that she met you.
Copyright © Gabriella Thakhamhor | Year Posted 2014
Because of me is it?
It was all my Fault was it?
I did Everything for you to love me,
I did Everything for you to accept me,
I did it all because I love you
But why?How could you?!
You left and break the Promise,
Which you were suppose to not Break it,
Your words were all a Lie was it?
And This is Just a Game then you`ll end it
I was just a Replacement,My Love
and YOU slap it on my Face like how it hurts
I tried and Tried to Move on,
But it still hurts
You were Mad because of a Worthless Lie,
You were mad just like how someone Died
But My Dear,You don`t need to Prove it on me
`cause I know I`m not the perfect one to thee
And Now may I tell you this,
That my Love is never Ending,
Whenever you hurt me
It just makes me love you more...
It makes me Feel heaven to fall for you,
But your life was in hell when I did too
So now I`m leaving and won`t come back
Because you left me Because of me.
Copyright © Pretend Its Poetry | Year Posted 2013
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul
With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want
Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother
Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all
They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash
And dust that filled the air
Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor
Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.
She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister
She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world
She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in
As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags
She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless
As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear
She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength
Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest
Till this dander evil king is no more
She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain
Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Do I hold any value
Cause you are a
million dollar bill
Guess it all depends
on the world view
Truth is im ill
Paper can be so
Life has set us
I'm in its left hand
while you're its
Know you're still in
You still make my
broken clock tick
Get in my head
Your that chick
Otherwise im brain
Truth is you deserve
Go and do what I
I'm failing gods
Just use my strength
10 bucks to anyone
who understands it
Edit - 8/9/14
I'm gonna just say
the meaning behind
it line by line
since no one gets
Am I worth anything
to this girl, she is
everything to me.
But then again that
depends on how
society views us two
standards of the
opposite sex is also
by social status.
I have issues.
Paper ( money ) can
be light and
but people would
really take care of
a million dollar
bill if it existed.
aka the girl
Weve been apart.
Im in a totally
different state of
mind and life then
she is now.
But she is still in
Shes still the one i
Am I still what she
I need her help to
escape my issues.
However I understand
why were apart and
you deserve the
Do life at its best
cause the girl
really is an
achiever and a great
Im failing but you
should continue to
Copyright © Ross Mindyobusiness | Year Posted 2014
She is my life
She is my joy
I want her all time
I need her all time
I cant live without her
She is my lucky charm
She is my golden touch
The word given to her
Keeps me warm
Keeps me secure
I am blessed
with this god's best creation
that I can never loose
She is my best friend
She is my mother
Love u maa Love u maa
Copyright © ananya acharya | Year Posted 2016
When I was hopeless you were there
you picked me up, you showed me care.
Without the love you had for me
God only knows where I would be.
To me you were a second mom
a person I drew wisdom from.
In my corner every fight
you always cared that things were right.
I won't forget the things you've done
I felt like the adopted one
Ready now and feeling new
I couldn't leave not thanking you.
Copyright © alainey craig | Year Posted 2015
Betroth her to me,
If she will never stop amazing my spirit.
Bring her to me,
If she will never stop beautifying my heart.
Hand her to me,
If she will never stop spoiling me with love.
Entrust her to me,
If she will never stop till she fight my war.
Leave her to me,
If she will never wish for my death before the hour.
Send her to me,
Let our hands lock in wed.
Send her to me,
Let our oneness soul united.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.
Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013
This is a prose to my dream girl,
A dose of creamy cakey dream,
Yes, she is in a dream.
The pose lost to the modeled statue of Liberty changes,
All North’s and East’s brought together and wrote on same pages,
Fairytales branded realistic finally...
A man has no point of survival without belief,
Song quality voice determines the evening‘s end,
No more crocodile smiles of pretend,
The very smile she causes me to intend,
How lovely that this night be without end.
Clouds are our ship to that vicinity of flowery cradle,
Her presence to this darkened house a candle,
Her hands through my body are a love ladle,
Please don’t let me awake for I will with life struggle.
She is a keeper,
My own contentment’s keeper,
Every action I desire I get from my mind reader,
My other half you are my minority leader.
Purple roses will insult your every awaking moment,
All those lost youth emotions she re invents.
Love brings forth a desirable present,
A worthy life lived with content.
Now I ask if you are fit for my loving.
For tonight I celebrate my love for you,
And hope that deep inside you feel it too…
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2016
I find myself
at odd intervals
I'm that girl
with crazy dreams and a heart full of nails
I'm the girl no one knows
and if you listen real close
you might figure out this is all a dream
something make believe
and if I erase myself out
will you put yourself in?
I'm sure you have all these lies to tell about my soul
and if you pay attention you could learn something
dancing with yourself at odd intervals you could be the person nobody knows.
Copyright © jamie anderson | Year Posted 2013
< >A child is born and with pride
they say 'its a girl'
a baby girl grows to a little girl
that little girl grows to be a girl
then comes a teenage girl
this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman
have you ever wondered what makes a woman a woman
is a woman defined by her past
can one's child wood complete an identity
is a woman defined by her life experiences
is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?
as nature takes its cause
child bearing is life threatening game
still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
she never wonders what she might have done
to deserve to be a woman
woman are for ever proud to be who they are
Copyright © odeline chigwedere | Year Posted 2012
A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business
Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015
Not everyone see it
Not everyone wants it
Born with it
Looking in the mirror and sees no beauty
Look at her friend
And see her end
Won't be seen as pretty
What a pity
She cries cause she's dark
Her skin so african
She is a dark skinned girl
Her beauty conquers that of a pearl
Society claims she doesn't do it
So all they do is spit
Spit right in her face
Society says she's dark "how can she be beautiful"
And I say she is a dark skinned princess
Her beauty is priceless
Cause she has the beauty of a dark skinned girl
Copyright © Boipelo Mo | Year Posted 2015
HOW COULD YOU A
AND HOW DARE YOU
TREAT HER LIKE THAT
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
IS SHE NOT YOUR SISTER
THEN WHY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER
WHY PRETEND YOU DO NOT CARE
WHY CANT YOU ACCEPT HER THE WAY SHE IS
IS SHE NOT A PERSON
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
WELL TO ME SHE IS
SHE IS A SISTER TO ME
WHY JUDGE HER IF IT IS NOT YOUR DUTY TO JUDGE
SHE IS LESBIAN
YES SHE IS LESBIAN
AND SHE IS PROUD
WHO ARE YOU TO LOOK DOWN ON HER
SHE DOES NOT NEED YOUR SYMPATHY
SHE IS OK JUST THE WAY SHE IS
AND IF YOU CANT CHANGE HER THEN
LEAVE HER ALONE
SHE HAD ENOUGH
SHE IS TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE
CANT YOU GET THAT?
SHE HAD ENOUGH
AND SHE IS A LESBIAN
Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015
The girl without a face
Felt she had no place
No place to call her own
Lots of people all around
Should she even make a sound?
Would they notice?
Would they care?
Life just isn't fair!
She's always alone
Yet she wants to be known
She feels her sadness to the bone
Oh, its terrible to be so alone
There must be an end to this madness
All this grief, all this sadness
No one knows the pain she feels
She thinks the pain will never heal
Surely there is a simple cure
It must be a love so clean and pure
A smile appears upon her face
No more sadness upon this face
Copyright © Mallory Foster | Year Posted 2013
Why do you hate your face? Why do you want to change to become more like them? Why do you think it is ok to hold your hands on your hips and roll your eyes as of your looking for your brain? Dear girl why do you think it's ok to love but not be loved? Dear girl why is it OK for you to became a mother before becoming a wife? Dear girl why do you think no man is worth your your heart but can steal your soul?
Dear girl why is it OK to leave behind your innocence as if it's not worth more then two cents? Dear girl why do you think you can't amount to the same things the person does besides you?
Dear girl why do you think you can hide your pain and history behind the mask of makeup as if it's a mask that makes up what you want people to see and not the insecurities that flow in you dear girl? Dear girl why are you running away from which ever way the wind blows as long as your running away from the pain and tragedy of your pass? Dear girl stand tall live life because it's worth living dear girl. Be proud your worth ever ounce of happiness you see dear girl be free.
Poem by:Ciera Shanell
Copyright © Ciera Simmons | Year Posted 2015
She's daddy's little girl.She misses him so.
She has tears wrinning down her face.He's
there to wipe them away.She can't see him
or hear him.But she knows he is there.She's
daddy's little girl.She misses him so.She
tries to hold on tight.
Copyright © sarah unnever | Year Posted 2008
The wind blows as if it has something to say
Almost as if to warm me to stay away
I brush it off like a speck of dust
For what I'm feeling is more than lust
I won't say it's love
Or a message from above
But what it is, is even more
Ever since you had me begging on the floor
Yet I hear the wind, very clearly now
It went from a whisper, to practically a shout
Thy wind is scary, but very honest
It guides me through all the tests
It leads the way, never steering me wrong
Thus its message sounds like a song
When you listen close you'll hear the melody
I wish to open my eyes, but I'm in fright of what I may see
So I follow the wind
All the way to the end
And when it's time for it to go
The wind's soar starts to slow
Now it is but a gentle breeze
Making it easier to breath
I open my eyes and there you are
Shining bright like a new born star
I take a chance and come real close
For I have not a single reason to boast
If not for the whispering of the wind
I may have strayed, and fallen to sin
But it showed me all the right paths to follow
And its message left me no longer Hollow
By: Cody J. Davidson
Copyright © Cody Davidson | Year Posted 2014
The same girl that you feel in
love with....just that this girl or
that girl who im now to you has
a broken heart but hey like you
always said okay...the word that
I hated but now I say it to you
okay im going to move on
Copyright © Kenya Miranda | Year Posted 2012
You're the end of the rainbow,
My pot of gold,
You're mommy's little girl to have and to hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the spirit of christmas,
My star on top of the christmas tree,
You're the easter bunny to daddy and me.
You're everything nice,
And you're mommy's little girl,
Always for me to love and hold!!!
Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013
Life is a promising happening,
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without
Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a
lovely home with a brighter clue.
I wonder why you wander around
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.
Dear Girl, life isnt so
as you thinking
come back home, we await your
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