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Best Poems Written by Maryam Bello

Below are the all-time best Maryam Bello poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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My Guitar

I held you and it was as if I was born to hold you all my life.
I touched you and you felt so right
I could feel your strength seep through my soul
You made me fulfilled and whole
You showed me I was born to do this
I was born to share it,
Share what´s inside of me.
I held you and it was as if we were alone in this world,
pouring out our souls through songs.
You gave me melody
I gave you voice
and together we created harmony
not even an earthquake could stop.
I bless the day you came into my life
And I pray nothing will tear us apart.

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Dreams

I woke up this morning with a perfect dream
and precise expectation.
I saw a greater me
without obstacles and limitations
but forgot there´s something called life
which you´ll enjoy only if you strife.
I saw a modern Garden of Eden
but totally forgot about the serpents hidden.
I saw friends for what they portray themselves to be
and forgot there´s something called pretending.
But now, as the sun sets,
I see I can still achieve my dreams.
Not with my former mindset
but with preparedness to fight and live.
Now I know there´ll be obstacles,mountains and storms
and I´m ready to face them no matter where they come from.
Cause I still see a greater me,
Living my life just how m supposed to live it!

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Wasted Years

When I was young, I had a dream
and saw life in a different perspective.
I saw life as a park,
where I could just come, play and go.
I thought time was slow
so I slacked and relaxed.
I had a dream but kept it inside
saying to myself, "there´s still time".
I played all day
and slept all night.
I even forgot to pray
and ask God to show me the right path.


And then I woke up the next morning,
Wow!!! I´m twenty-five.
Wow!!! I´m no longer a baby.
I´m now living my own life
and living my life includes pursuing my dreams
which I have left to rotten.
I pick them up now
and all I pick is nothing
cause I left them to sour.
I start from the scratch
when my mates are giving theirs finishing touches.
My dreams I start to patch
when my mates are receiving honorary badges.
And then I realized my time wasn´t frozen
but was moving as I was breathing.
It´s funny how life turns out to be
when you´re no longer a baby with little mentality.

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T Fowler

I try to write to you what my mouth cannot say
but it´s kind of impossible to put my thoughts of you together.
I think about you all day and all night
and being with you feels so right.
You have become my everything
and you´re already a part of me.
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat
and every time you smile, I feel butterflies inside.
Your laugh captures me
and gives a new meaning to life.
My heart fell in love with you
without the permission of my mind.
My heart chose only you
out of others.
My heart sees you even when you´re not there
and it opens up when you´re near.
Ink and pen cannot put to words
how much you have changed my world.
Most times I feel I don´t deserve you
and I fear that you´ll realize that soon.
I pray what you say you feel for me is true
cause my heart is with nobody else but you.
Don´t know what the future holds for us´
don´t know how tomorrow might be
But I promise to love you unconditionally.

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Punching Bag 1

My glasses flew in no direction
as your punches hit me with no restriction.
My jaw became your punching bag
and my face you gave many slaps.
The punches you gave me followed the rhythm of my heart
and I said to myself "I´m going to die".
I looked at you as you kept hitting me
and I said to myself, "no, it´s not him".
You pulled me by my hair like I was a doll
and I kept praying it would all stop
but then your punches followed
and my tears fell without control.
I tried to run away from you
but you pulled me back like I was a trash bag.
I defended myself with all the strength I had
and you just swatted my hands away like I was an annoying fly.
The next thing I heard was the scream of my tearing blouse,
the jerking of my fancy bra,
the protestation of my jeans you kept pulling
and my panties you ripped away from my body...

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Just a Wish

I wish I could turn back the hands of time
so I can make my wrongs right.
I wish I could go back to that time
when I did things I thought was right.
Why can´t I erase the mistakes of yesterday?
when I should have said yes instead of no.
Why can´t I go back to that day?
When I should have said come instead of go.
Why is it so easy to lose an opportunity?
and so hard to get it back.
Why is it so easy for tomorrow to come?
and impossible to get yesterday back?
All these questions I ask
but no answer comes to mind.
All I just have to do is forget yesterday,
make good use of today,
never repeat the mistakes of yesterday
and prepare for tomorrow.

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Something I Grief For

I have tried to pour out my grief with tears
but my tears are too weak to carry the weight of my grief.
I have tried to put down to writing my fears
but all I have done is reopen the wounds I thought had healed.

I try to cover my pain with smiles
but my smile is not wide enough to cover the pain of my heart.
Every time, I ask myself "why?", "what if?" and "when?"
and the only answer I get is silence.

I grief for what is not dead but not living
I grief for what has voice but not talking
I grief for something bright but not shining
I grief for something lost but not missing

But maybe what I grief for is watching and waiting
Waiting for the right time to show the world what is missing
Like a flower that blooms during its season,
Maybe what I grief for is waiting to be appreciated for the right reason.

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T Fowler 2

Days have gone by, time has passed
but your memories still dwell in my heart.
How long will this go on?
How long will it take for me to realize that you´re gone?
I thought time is the best vacuum cleaner of troublesome memories
but yours have decided to stay and haunt me.
Hours turn to days and days to months
but it feels like years since I last heard your voice.
I miss you and it´s killing me
and I regret doing what I did.
It´s hard to believe you´re no longer mine
but the pain in my heart keeps reminding me that it´s true.
Sometimes I hope that it´s a lie
That you´d just call me and we´ll talk like we never stopped.
I miss your voice, I miss your smile
I miss your touch and how you make me laugh.
Will you still be mine?
Or is this the end?
Will I ever have a second chance with you?
Or that was our only chance?
Your name comes so easily to my thoughts
that I feel it is somewhere written in my heart.
I see your face whenever I close my eyes.
And yeah, I know how cliche it sounds
but you´re always on my mind.