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Best Poems Written by Kamela Borri

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White seashells

Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them;
They are small,
They are elegant,
They come once in a while with the tide
And I enjoy picking them up;
In fact there are times,
I wait for days to pick one of them;
It takes long,
But when I have the seashell in my hand
I enjoy it;
It is like sniffing the perfume,
I enjoy most
Or splashing earth color in the palette;
Some days,
I wait for days,
To pick up a seashell
But when I do, it is worth the time;

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Ocean


Amethyste & Jimusic


I wear my
bath costume
And I surf by the ocean

Devoted
I never
miss a day. 




He, in his
everyday dream 
Hovers over
the beach


Moved by
her daily dedication
Wishing he
could surf.

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The boy in the bus

I was standing in the end of the bus;
Sitting on my chair amidst people;
Then a boy entered in the bus;
He was out of the blue;
Light blue jeans.
Light shirt;
An enhanced belt;
All the focus in this boy was in his belt;
All I could think,
In my head,
At the moment,
Was to remove that belt;
And I said to myself,
This boy really must be gracious,
Out of the blue,
In the middle of the fog.
…Without a word or a look at me;
I just want to remove that belt now;
And have him hard;
A blue perfume, strong;

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Forgotten

There is only me in the street

On this gray sunday

I feel like a little ball

Forgotten on a corner of the room

Every body has forgotten about it

The child does not want to play.

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I miss you

I had a secret to share with you
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.

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New worlds

I want a new world today
I want to see and explore it
As I have fun
In the discovery Tm.

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Humanity

Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!

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Almond seed

Seeing the almond seed,
How it had grown.
What it looked at her?
A little leg…
She would feel surprised.
Before just an object and now?
It was a living being!
Either it had always been a living being?
Either it was not a living being now?
She gazed and gazed at the little leg,
It was a matter of time.
It would become a greenish silhouette,
In flocks and branches.

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Leopard

He is sleeping.
And I have taken time
To watch and enjoy him; 
He is wearing a white undershirt,
That shows his white arms
And smooth skin; 
The line of his muscles,
Play with the light.
And I can not but fix my eyes 
On his strength coming out 
And evaporating in the room;
A handsome flexible animal.
Designed to be fast and effective; 
A beautiful leopard.
Fleeing over the green heaven;
This is he,
With his long and large muscles 
On his legs 
And arms; 
With his strong and flexible spine;
He is my lover, 
Companion, exotic animal.
Inspired by no one but his own strength and exuberance;

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A moment

The room was small;
There was street graffiti on the wall
And a bed next to it;
They were both on the bed
And he was on the top of her;

To her,
It was peculiar with this boy,
She couldn’t stop gazing,
At the face expressions he had.
In the face as he was making his way into her;

She knew,
She would remember this moment;
His facial expression was dear;
It was as if the waves were splashing,
One by one, against the shore
And made white foam;

His young face was in bliss,
In torment,
In joy,
In ecstasy;
He was stuck in and was suffering, flying;