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you

i can remember the day
first met with you
i saw the blue deep eyes
that was the day
fall in love with you....

i can feel you around me
when you are not there
you are my oxygen
i can breathe lively here
in love everything is fair......

my heart beats for you
my sleep dreams for you
my sound sing for you
just wanna to say
i love you....


Copyright © shanta sumaiya | Year Posted 2017


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In A Perfect World

If we lived in a perfect world
happiness and love would abound.
And in this utopic dreamworld
there would be no hurt to be found.

Peace and brotherhood would nourish
hope and idealistic dreams.
And we would help nature flourish
in our oceans rivers and streams.

From rare orchids to edelweiss
flowers would encircle Earth's girth.
And we'd all live in paradise
a virtual heaven on Earth.

All diseases would disappear
and no one would die of hunger.
And we'd only cry happy tears
for we’d live forever younger.

But alas it isn't that way
disease and cruelty exist.
And starvation is here to stay
while warfare and famine persist.
	
Written Feb. 9th , 2016 


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016


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I Want To Love You

I want to feel you like a petal feels the wind I want to touch you like dewdrops touch my skin I want to hold you like moon shadows hold a star I want to tickle you like the flutter of a butterfly tickles my heart from fields afar I want to lay my head upon your lap like a child lays his head upon the lap of a sterile mother in her fertile dream I want to miss you like an immigrant misses his home-land The land which deceived his opportunities yet embraced his early footsteps Poured his first tear in a stream I want to think of you,ardently I want to seek for you,secretly In the same way those paramour's enchanting eyes seek and wander for his flamboyant mistress I want to live dying to have you like a hero dies in battlefield dying to capture his daughter's smile knowing that the last glimpse of her is a worn out sanguined picture I want to find you in the same way my faith finds God Without seeing,without knowing With all doubts,questions and mysteries With all that I was,with all that I am and all I ever will be I want to love you


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


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Haiku Against The Chalk Board

fingernails against the chalkboard -my grinding teeth


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017


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DIVINITY

I have wasted 
too many years 
of my young life
wishing I had been
blessed with
a different story.
I am learning 
that all life 
is precious,
and that each soul
that walks this earth,
is a mere breath,
a simple expression,
of the interwoven 
fabric of our universe. 
We are each
a ripple in time,
and our aura 
radiates energy
that travels faster 
than the speed of light. 
We are divine beings.
When we possess 
this knowledge,
we breach 
the edge of certainty, 
and begin to understand 
that we hold the key 
to our everlasting divinity.


Copyright © Steffan Voss | Year Posted 2017


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Out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found enjoying the swings
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found playing marbles or flying kites
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us
Would we be foun d jumping in the puddles
No , never out of shame 

As age catches on us 
Would we be found chasing girls or teasing them
No never out of shame

As age catches on us 
Would we be found flirting away
No, never out of shame

As age catches on us
We go to  temples and let life slip by
Yes , all do it there's no shame

As age catches on us 
We would be found talking and praying for our end
Yes , all do it , there's no shame

As age catches on us
We stop going places, meeting people n having fun
Yez , its a done thing n there's no shame.


Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017


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Grand Generations

After a certain age 
A situation many never see
Is now directly infront of me
As I give words to comfort 
The same way that she had once done
She looks so frail and weak
But still smiles at me
And reaches for a kiss
So I lean over
As her hand slowly raises 
To meet my face
I just can't believe this
As I think about it
My amazing Grandmother
Smiling since 1922




Copyright © Matt Forshay | Year Posted 2015


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Let It Flow

Just let go! Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
I’m looking for a better day. You’re still looking at my yesterday.
You’re playing the same old lame games that I used to play.
So lame witches, what do you have to say?
I lost all behind a man who didn’t want me publicly.
Yes in turn he lost all. Every night he calls my name.
His wife calls my work, church, and all spots I go.
I  can’t help that she didn’t earn the title that she no longer has.
Oh Lord, she did nothing to be the wife of the assistant attorney general.
On him I worked hard and nothing about that work was mediocre or trivial.
So lame witches, who don’t love your husbands or give them a peaceful place to lay his head,
Don’t tread or dread my existence because that part of my life is dead.
La dah dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! La dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! Let it flow, baby!
His eyes are no longer from me lazy.
 His wife that sat at her job bragging on the darts that she threw me Are driving her crazy.
Her unfruitful lies only crashed my sense of family, 
sense of community, and sense of spirituality really did nothing to me,
 But made me more of a stronger woman than she already was.
 I’ve regained those senses that I lost because she never paid honor to her given boss.
 Her senses are gone. I’m home away from home.  Yes I am because they just let go and, 
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow! 
The realness of how I was banished from the boot and the place of my youth.
 Yes indeed I tell the truth. Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
My work still flows not on him but on the world. You can’t stop an intelligent hood girl. 
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
 I’m straight up reppin the Southside of Monroe to the fullest everywhere I go.
Where in the hell is the work of that stupid  wife and the lame assed pros?
I’ll tell you it is locked up in a vault or behind closed doors.
Mine is on his TV, and in books that are in millions of global online stores.
I’m doing much more. I’m not a belligerent, hostile, whore. 
I lived that life because people behind closed doors wanted me to remain poor. 
One day I’ll say hurray to my letting it flow and that it did work out right you know.


Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2014


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cheer

A smile appears for you
A joy only for you
Say all- cheer!


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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You Mean Everything To Me

When People Say Love is Blind,
For me its You whom i have Found.

Now when you are not Near,
I miss you the most My Dear.
This Phase is where i dislike to be apart,
You strike a  light within my Heart .

In every ups and downs you are with me,We  fight ,argue and frown at each other,
but at the end we know we are together,
Our Love is Rare,llike us there is no other Pair.

Its u who never let me go Wrong,
You are the one who motivates me to be Strong.

Its You who cares for me,
even if you are Now not here,
Your presence i can still feel in this Air.

You have not just captivated heart of Mine,You give me all the reasons to Smile.

I am blessed to have you in my Life.Before you,my Life was  in a Mess,
But your love have compressed rest of my Life.

I want to walk miles with you.Without you i am  hostile.

This is true that love never judges,it never hurts,it removes all the grudges within us, and it converts two souls into one.

The gift of Love you have given to me,I will cherish that till i die...

You Mean a lot to me..i may not able to express you how much close you are to me,
but its true for me, you are my world and everything to me...

Sanchita Ghosh


Copyright © Sanchita Sanchi | Year Posted 2014


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Life

Life silenced dash-
think and cry 
life is pretty! 
Frustration with life, the life of unrest
The way of life
I silenced a lot Life
Silenced the cast! 
My life is blackhole
....Life in Hell
Life brackets () , the minus _
Silenced the beard.
Life is hard mind
life is open mind
on the sky raft
pretty life, smile life 
Life in the daytime! 
Life in my mid - afternoon, 
Strong heat of the sun
Life plus, life death
dash life size! 
Silenced loses the pulse of life
minus silenced life.
The comma, the colon
bloody life! 
Life cloudy, life ashes
Life dog rain
Life saratakasa silenced, 
What is amazing! 
 my life.......
Life and death trap
Silenced the laughter lines
Eid curved moon! 
Star of Life hash × °
Table of Life
Life is sweet sour life
Talk about life! 
Silenced the heck irritation
The life of heaven.
The comma, the colon; 
zero zero life! 
life is death after ...

(translated from Bangla kobita( ????).


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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Happy

he who has own happily
he is happy forever.

he who shocked others happily
never he would not be happy.


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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Mother

Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst
and like pleasure in gain,
mother, you were to me,

though I could not at first
realize it. Now I see
my earth without you hell;
sorrow rings here like bell.


Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2015


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Love in nothing

Money is nothing
people love the money
many people love in nothing


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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cry for Nigeria my country

I wake up every
morning
to ask myself
'what's happening'?
God gave us oil in
the Delta,
waters in the Benue
and Niger,
mineral resources
all over.
Though we've no
natural disaster,
but we got loopholes
that need plaster.
And now we are
falling assunder,
that is making me
wonder,
am even behaving
strange like an
anaconda.


We still survive
under the millitary
suppression,
not even to mention
the oppression 
of the wild.
Our politicians are
all of pretention,
our leader are
products of greed
and discension,
when we are called
the giants of
Africa, centre of
attention.


Oct 1st 1960 was our
day of freedom,
since then, we threw
away our wisdom,
all in the name of
religion, politics,
what is this?


You will hear
rumours of fighting
in Jos,
killing one another
no remorse,
people are so much
stucked like traffic
in Lagos.
A piece of advice,
dont be suprised.
We gotta move
forward,
cos we are left
behind in the
race-call.


Copyright © Francis Justice | Year Posted 2014


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be Successful

Doesn't it hurt you when you want to do something but you can't because you feel like you are lost in darkness ..
You want to give up but at the same time you want to be Successful....


Copyright © amjed alaa | Year Posted 2014


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My Life

Life is beautiful! Like a flower! 
Happiness and sorrows of my color


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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TIES THAT BIND

YOU'VE GOT TO BE MISTAKEN, YOU MUST BE WRONG!!!
I cried so hard, for so long
Only seven, 
I’m too young to be an orphan
I remember it, as if it were like yesterday
When they took me down to the parlor
To identify my parents’ bodies

Here today, gone tomorrow
Less good than bad examples I did follow
No someone in my life to give me unconditional care
Until he came along, such a dear
But like all the others, expectations he had
And as would a horror movie, it all went bad

PUSH!!!
It’s as if I was looking down on my body
Was that my imagination or the nurse screaming at me
More miraculous things have been known to happen
As I slowly drift back to reality
Is that a baby, whose is he?

HAPPY TWENTIETH!!! They shouted
Another birthday another year
Being a single mother has its wear and tear
Days turn into weeks, then into months and years
As I watched my restless juvenile, turn my aspirations into fears

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU ARROGANT FOOL!!!
The cops were here again today, 
I thought you were in school
I’m tired of them always, giving me the third degree 
I’ll rather get rid of you 
Than you causing the death of me.

So with the trials of passing times
Her health begins to fade
But she could not forget about him
Because he was her child 
And he will always be a part of her
Body, soul and mind






                          Entered in the "TORMENTED - Poetry Contest"
                          Sponsored by: Nathan D. 


Copyright © Carlene Simpson | Year Posted 2016


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Identity Apples

Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the honey of fortune 
makerere, think tank of africa 
i dance with you wakimbizi dance 
iam tanganyika 
i smell and fester with the smoke of african genesis 
iam the beginning 
kilimanjaro the anthill of rituals 
iam the smile of africa 
my glee erase the deception of sadness 
my tooth bling freedom 
iam  myself, iam gambia 
when others seep with bullets stuck in their stomachs 
i sneeze copper spoons from my mouth every dawn 
iam the colombia of africa 
iam the cinderella of africa 
where mediums feast with the ghost of kamuzu in mulange trees 
here spirits walk naked and free 
iam the land of sensations 
iam the land of reactions 
coughing forex blues 
squandermania 
i still smell the  scent of nehanda’ breath 
iam african renaissance blooming 
i stink the soot of chimurenga 
iam the mute laughter of njelele hills 
iam soweto 
swallowed by kwaito and gong 
iam a decade of wrong and gong 
iam blister of freedom vomited from the belly of apartheid 
i see the dawn of the coming sun in madiba ‘s eyebrows 
iam abuja 
blast furnace of corruption 
nigeria, the jerusalem of noblemen, priests, professors and prophets 
iam guinea i bling with african floridization 
iam blessed with many tongues 
my thighs washed by river nile 
 

iam the mystery of pyramids 
iam the graffiti of nefertiti 
i am the rich breast of nzinga 
iam  switzerland of africa 
the rhythm of kalahari sunset 
the rhyme of sahara, yapping, yelping 
iam damara, iam herero, iam nama, iam lozi, iam vambo 
iam bitterness, iam sweetness 
iam liberia 
iam king kongo 
mobutu roasted my diamonds into the stink of deep brown blisters 
frying daughters in corruption microwaves 
souls swallowed by the beat of ndombolo and the wind of rhumba 
iam the paris of africa 
i see my wounds 
iam  rhythm of beauty 
iam congo 
iam bantu 
iam jola 
iam mandinga 
i sing of you 
i sing thixo 
i sing of ogun 
i sing of god 
i sing of tshaka 
i sing of jesus 
i sing of children 
of garangaja and banyamulenge 
whose sun is dozing in the mist of poverty 
iam the ghost of mombasa 
iam the virginity of nyanza 
iam scarlet face of mandinga 
iam cherry lips of buganda 
come sankara, come wagadugu 
iam msiri of garangadze kingdom 
my heart beat under rhythm of words and dance 
iam the dead in the trees blowing with wind, 
i can not be deleted by civilization. 
iam not kaffir, iam not khoisun 
iam the sun breaking from the villages of the east with great inspiration of revolutions 
its fingers caressing the bloom of hibiscus 
liberation!

 


  
Identitätsäpfel
ichbin ein fettes Skelett, das wieder aufersteht 
aus traurigen Erinn'rungen an dada 
und dunklen Mysterien des Aminismus (1) 
ichbin buganda (2) 
ich blute Hoffnung 
ich tropfe den Honig des Schicksals 
makerere, Think-tank von Afrika (3) 
ich tanze mit dir wakimbizi(4) tanz 
ichbin tanganyika 
ich stinke und  eit're mit dem Rauch afrikanischer Genesis 
ich bin der Anfang 
kilimanjaro der Ameisenhügel der Rituale 
ichbin das Lächeln Afrikas 
meine Freude tilgt die Täuschung der Traurigkeit  
mein Zahn blingt(5) Freiheit 
ichbin ichselbst, ichbin gambia 
wenn andere aussickern während Kugeln stecken in ihren Mägen  
schneuze ich Kupferlöffel aus meinem Mund bei jedem Tagesanbruch 
ich bin das Kolumbien von Afrika 
ichbin das Aschenputtel von Afrika 
wo Medien schmausen mit dem Geist von kamuzu in mulange Bäumen (6) 
hier gehn Geister nackt und frei 
ichbin das Land der Sinneseindrücke  
ichbin das Land der Reaktionen 
huste Forex Blaus 
Verschwendungssucht 
ich rieche noch den Duft von nehanda Atem (7) 
ichbin Afrikanische Renaissance die blüht 
ich stinke den Ruß von chimurenga (8) 
ichbin das stumme Lachen von njelele Hügeln (9) 
ich bin Soweto 
verschluckt von kwaito(10) und gong 
ichbin ein Jahrzehnt von wrong/falsch und gong 
ichbin Blasen der Freiheit gekotzt aus dem Bauch der Apartheid 
ich sehe den Anbruch des kommenden Sonne in madiba ‘s Augenbrauen (11) 
ichbin Abuja 
Hochofen der Korruption 
Nigeria, das Jerusalem der Edelmänner, Priester, Professoren und Propheten 
ich bin Guinea ich “bling” mit afrikanischer Floridisierung  
ichbin gesegnet mit vielen Zungen 
meine Schenkel, gewaschen vom Nil 

ichbin das Geheimnis der Pyramiden 
ich bin das graffito of Nefertiti 
ich bin die reiche Brust von nzinga (12) 
ichbin die Schweiz Afrikas  
der Rhythmus of Kalahari Sonnenuntergang 
der Reim der Sahara, kläffend, jaulend 
ichbin damara, ichbin herero, ichbin nama, ichbin lozi, ichbin vambo (13) 
ichbin Bitterkeit, ichbin Süße 
ichbin Liberia 
ichbin König Kongo 
mobutu röstete meine Diamanten im Gestank von tiefbraunen Blasen 
briet Töchter in Korruptions-Mikrowellen 
Seelen geschluckt vom Beat des ndombolo(14) und dem Wind des rhumba 
ichbin das Paris von Afrika 
ich seh meine Wunden 
ichbin Rhythmus der Schönheit 
ichbin Kongo 
ichbin Bantu 
ichbin Jola 
ich bin Mandinga (15) 
ich sing von dir 
ich singe thixo (16) 
ich sing von ogun (17) 
ich sing von Gott 
ich sing von tshaka (18) 
ich sing von Jesus 
ich sing von Kindern 
von garangaja und banyamulenge 
deren Sonne döst im Nebel der Armut 
ichbin der Geist von Mombasa 
ich bin die Jungfräulichkeit von nyanza 
ichbin scharlachrotes Gesicht von mandinga 
ichbin Kirschenlippen von buganda 
Komm Sankara, komm Wagadugu 
ichbin Msiri vom Garangadse Reich 
mein Herz schlag unterm Rhythmus von Worten und Tanz 
ichbin die Toten in den Bäumen die wehen im Wind, 
ich kann nicht ausgestrichen werden von Zivilisation. 
Ichbin nicht Kaffer, ich bin nicht Khoisun 
ichbin die Sonne die anbricht in den Dörfern des Ostens mit großer Inspiration von Revolutionen 
ihre Finger liebkosen das Blüh'n des Hibiskus


Copyright © Mbizo Chirasha | Year Posted 2017


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Feral Carol

Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.


Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2015


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Bengali Women

                                Bengali women squatting
                                    Pitchers, bangles,gossips
                                            The river Barak indifferent


Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014


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banana

I am so tired. I forgot to peel the banana.
I am suing Chakita for pain and suffering...
Johnny Rhinem. Will you marry me online?
L   :)


Copyright © Cindy Lu | Year Posted 2013


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Love

Love is link ever
Sometimes tragedy!
when love is link
Ties, combination and branches.
Tragic love story 
sometimes released, sometimes in handcuffs.


Copyright © Ahmad sajeed Udashkobi | Year Posted 2015


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Bangladesh

Bangladesh my Homeland,
Bangladesh my Dreamland,
Bangladesh I love you,
Bangladesh, I live for you.

The green flag out of the red ball,
Plays the flute on golden grains tall.
The motion of charming water lily,
Reminds all Tigers to snatch back lost glory.

Oh my Homeland, Oh my Mother!
Hence you’re rewarded with plenty of river,
The Hilsha and its silvery shine
Makes the magpie lovely dance at rain.
Our fishermen and their vessels,
Make the motherland ample
 And secure thy royal castle.

Each tissue of thy Jack-fruit,
Can meet up hunger and play flute
We love you, we love our Bangla
Pretty Mom, you’re softy-sweetie Bangla!


Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015


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all to go

All to go 

I to go
we to go
you to go
& all to must hereafter.

I to do
we to do 
you to do
all to must good deeds



Copyright © Foysal Khan | Year Posted 2014