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Best Poems Written by Wilmot Bullo

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What Were We

like lightning flashes by
It all went on so quickly, despite all the risks we allowed our love take control
Shouting the rest of the world away 
My heart would take time to heal 
 
like a joke, I played with my feeling
For the first time I put me before all other 
and will do all over again 
Our moments spent together were well pleasing
but are very unforgettable 

like the universe, we couldn't define what we were 
but what we felt is real 
Held each other so close and letting go each time was like inseparable
Like putting apart of ingredients of a tea 

like the life of a mosquito, it was a short experience but with life time memories
With every conversation so touching
Every kiss so healing, tho they're countable  

like Russia and Ukraine, we are at war 
Could we ever move pass this? 
Could we be vulnerable around each other again?
Will we ever be mad at each other for no reason again?

like math 101, these questions are hard to answer
Gap hard to fill, unreachable distance now
What were we? did us even happen?
I miss you everyday LîÑk

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Corruption, the Blindfold

POET- Wilmot Benny Bullo
 
POEM- CøRrupTïøn, The blindfold

Blindfolded like that of the movie Bird box 
Our minds have been blindfolded, and at times I ask myself will corruption 
Which has been married to our nation and seek divorce be eliminated?

Integrity has become a thing of the past and has been laid down to rest since and it grave has never been decorated  with savouring colours but with colours of frustration

Corruption has rained in every part of the nation and our houses have been flooded to the roof 
Now we are homeless,and we roam the earth with tears

Killing anyone who stands in it way and leaving their families in tears and justice will never be served cause the doers are the investigators 

Hailing those corrupt leaders at the highest level and putting an end to those lives who fight against it like an animal 

We no longer see the positive things because our eyes are covered in dark by that endless blindfold and only God can save us from this agony

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Count Me In

As we strive to make the world a better place 
                Count me in
As the world stands against rape 
                Count me in
As we no longer allow our past define our future
               Count me in
As we reach for higher education to build a better future
                Count me in
As we no longer allow our skins colours define our capabilities
               Count me in


As the world stands against drugs abuse and addiction
              Count me in
As societal issues no longer stand in our way 
              Count me in
As we speak on issues face by youths
              Count me in
As young people allow their talent pave their way 
              Count me in
As we fight to unite the world 
             Count me in

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Lonely Days

She mourns the lost of her happiness. 
She regrets the day her eyes saw him.
Staying all her days in tears and pain.
She dances to the sound of her heart beats.

Sedately does her heartbeat and cry for help.
Seeking joy which has been stolen.
Sardonically does her name sounds in the ear of other.
Seldom does she have a sleep.

She is lost in the wood,
South has become north.
Sleep has become a gold dash for her. 
Sable has her heart become when his name is call.

Sadly, her joy has been buried by her decision.
Swimming in pool full of her tears cause by her agony.
Sitting in the chair of uncertainty.
Sharing love has put her in the bad of loneliness.

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That Day

Am not taking bath but there's water.
It's summer but I can feel the wet.
For the first time in long time there's water.
But this time rolling down my face, passing through my eyes.
Can't tell how long it has been but longer than I remember.
Can't tell how much hurts my heart has been through.
But for sure there's tear after all this while.

It's still unbelievable and as I sit thinking of the pain It cause her, I can't forgive myself.
Could I save her or made her change her destination.
For the first time I can't feel my heart and my body has gone cold.
Dad always tell me don't you cry when you are down but mom, there's tear everytime I blinking.
Oh, am in pain cause it's tearing me down.
It will take me all my life to get through this.

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Letter To My Unborn Child

Empathy is the first foundation of love
If you need to be loved then why others shouldn't be
If you need to be cared for then why others shouldn't be
Let only one thing stop you from loving and let it be death
Let it be when your heart no longer feel pain 
Let it be when your hands are too cold to feel the heat

I might not be there to teach you how but let your heart lead the way 
Don't love because of the ones colour , education, beauty, sexual orientation, nationality, religion, disability but because everyone deserves to be
With all the forces from the four corners of the earth 
Let non stop your heart from loving
Not even me should 

Make not my mistake nor that of your mother
The are more mirrors then you can count 
They are in everyone that walk pass you
Don't pay hate for hate, jealousy for jealousy
Love mama nature and give her all the care 
Let this be told to your unborn generation 
That love is the only answer

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My Vote

Am your birth right 
It’s your right to protect me 
Am the foundation of democracy 
I have no running mate and no family 

Am not to be sold 
There’s no money that can buy me 
Some misused me like cloths 
While others sell me like bread 

Why you think people wanna buy me
I give you the right to choose 
Some think am the people’s thing 
Am the key to your child’s future 

I am not violent nor war 
I should not by use base on sentiment 
Am not a gender, rich, poor or an educated
your vote is your responsibility

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Age of Desperation

ÀgË Øf desperation

Age of sorrow, happiness , anger, pain. 
Age when you feel all is yours 
And you want to feel every moment
When your don’t want to listen to advice
Age of lost and gain 

Age were you wanna make all the friends in the world 
At the age were you want to be where the new things are
Age where you feel people are against you 
Age when you make friends and enemies 
Oh, the teenagers of today

Our greatest desires become sex
fashion, money, phone and liquor 
We desire not the things of God 
We dream of dreams that are not reality 
Age of desperation 
 
Age where we become the most of us just for a short term
Our greatest fears are face 
yet we want the most of it
Age where we get in too many relationship just to fine the right one
Age of desperation 

We want the most of life 
Willing to give what we have to get what we can’t afford 
Making our wants our needs 
Age of desperation