Submissions by Da_kwesta
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I breathe in words and exhale worlds,finding joy in the rhythm of thoughts uncurled.I don’t just write—I ignite,giving voices a stage and shadows their light.Every poet, every writer,every soul with a story to tell—I’m here to lift them,
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
Rotting Brothers in the Congo Jungle
They sent our brothers into a war
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#grief
#heartbroken
66 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
The Crime of Words
If ink becomes illegal,
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
#grief
#heartbroken
#philosophical #politics
#philosophical #politics
67 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
72 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2025 6:42pm
13th Jan 2025 6:42pm
The Weight of Leaving
It’s cruel, isn’t it?
Months.. years, maybe—spent stitching yourself whole
with trembling hands,
threading the needle of solitude
through the fabric of your own breaking heart.
You learn the taste of silence,
the weight of empty rooms,
the hum of a life unshared,
and you wear it like armor,
sharp at first, but soon a second skin.
And then they walk in.
Like sunlight through a boarded-up window,
uninvited, blinding,
a warmth you forgot you craved.
You didn't ask for this, a hand to hold,
a face to memorize...
Months.. years, maybe—spent stitching yourself whole
with trembling hands,
threading the needle of solitude
through the fabric of your own breaking heart.
You learn the taste of silence,
the weight of empty rooms,
the hum of a life unshared,
and you wear it like armor,
sharp at first, but soon a second skin.
And then they walk in.
Like sunlight through a boarded-up window,
uninvited, blinding,
a warmth you forgot you craved.
You didn't ask for this, a hand to hold,
a face to memorize...
#emotions
#heartbroken
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
85 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 1:05am
28th Dec 2024 1:05am
The Midnight Meeting
Depression crept in, soft and thick,
So I wandered out, restless, sick.
Down the road to my bench, my quiet place,
But she was there—smoke curling, framed in grace.
Her skin was night itself, deep and bold,
A beauty untouched, untold, uncontrolled.
Her cigarette glowed like a stolen star,
And her presence felt like she'd traveled far.
She didn’t flinch; she simply stared,
And asked, “Do cats have souls? Or are they spared?”
Her voice was low, like the hum of trees,
A melody of riddles carried on the breeze.
“Do the...
So I wandered out, restless, sick.
Down the road to my bench, my quiet place,
But she was there—smoke curling, framed in grace.
Her skin was night itself, deep and bold,
A beauty untouched, untold, uncontrolled.
Her cigarette glowed like a stolen star,
And her presence felt like she'd traveled far.
She didn’t flinch; she simply stared,
And asked, “Do cats have souls? Or are they spared?”
Her voice was low, like the hum of trees,
A melody of riddles carried on the breeze.
“Do the...
#emotions
#loneliness
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 11:58pm
17th Dec 2024 11:58pm
Silent Streets, Wild Hearts
The streets hum low, like a lover’s sigh,
their shadows curling around our feet,
drunk on the ghosts of a thousand untold stories.
The air tastes like salt and dusk,
our hands tangled—
fingers like vines, searching, clinging,
unashamed in their need.
Your touch is a whisper of fire,
a wound I do not want to heal.
Quick kisses hang heavy,
like unfinished sentences—
a hunger too shy to speak aloud.
And yet, your lips carve poetry
into the hollow of my skin,
rough-edged verses that only I can read.
Hugs...
their shadows curling around our feet,
drunk on the ghosts of a thousand untold stories.
The air tastes like salt and dusk,
our hands tangled—
fingers like vines, searching, clinging,
unashamed in their need.
Your touch is a whisper of fire,
a wound I do not want to heal.
Quick kisses hang heavy,
like unfinished sentences—
a hunger too shy to speak aloud.
And yet, your lips carve poetry
into the hollow of my skin,
rough-edged verses that only I can read.
Hugs...
#emotions
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 11:48pm
15th Dec 2024 11:48pm
The Last Note
I met her in the sway of twilight,
the hum of a bus station alive with strangers.
She stood like dusk personified-
skin the color of midnight’s promise,
eyes that held the weight of unspoken galaxies.
Her laughter was a quiet storm,
shaking loose the edges of my solitude.
She sat beside me,
and the world shifted its rhythm.
A fleeting conversation turned eternity,
her words folding into me like pages
pressed too tightly to separate.
When she came into my life,
it was always with whispers,
love letters tucked...
the hum of a bus station alive with strangers.
She stood like dusk personified-
skin the color of midnight’s promise,
eyes that held the weight of unspoken galaxies.
Her laughter was a quiet storm,
shaking loose the edges of my solitude.
She sat beside me,
and the world shifted its rhythm.
A fleeting conversation turned eternity,
her words folding into me like pages
pressed too tightly to separate.
When she came into my life,
it was always with whispers,
love letters tucked...
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#love #rejection
#love #rejection
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 11:52pm
8th Dec 2024 11:52pm
Eulogy for a Phantom
She emerged from the tide at twilight,
her silhouette carved of obsidian and moonlight.
Hair that could snare the stars hung damp
with brine and mystery, each strand a story
that time itself dared not unravel.
Her eyes were twin storms—
not of fire and rain, but of forgotten galaxies,
swirling with a gravity that unmade me.
In her gaze, a thousand lifetimes echoed,
a siren’s lament calling me home
to shores I’d never known.
Smoke curled from the horizon,
a strange, metallic haze
that whispered of ruin long past. ...
her silhouette carved of obsidian and moonlight.
Hair that could snare the stars hung damp
with brine and mystery, each strand a story
that time itself dared not unravel.
Her eyes were twin storms—
not of fire and rain, but of forgotten galaxies,
swirling with a gravity that unmade me.
In her gaze, a thousand lifetimes echoed,
a siren’s lament calling me home
to shores I’d never known.
Smoke curled from the horizon,
a strange, metallic haze
that whispered of ruin long past. ...
#beauty
#heartbroken
#love
150 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 00:29am
18th Nov 2024 00:29am
Seven Years Free
I once dreamed of skies unbound,
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
#fear
#LifeGoals
#risk #sadness
#risk #sadness
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 00:11am
18th Nov 2024 00:11am
The Road and Her Shadow
I’ve walked roads with no names,
where the sky forgets the sun,
and the wind carries the sound of hearts breaking.
I’ve stood at the edge of longing,
watching her shadow move like smoke—
always close, but never mine.
She speaks in riddles,
her laughter a melody meant for another man’s ears,
but still, I listen,
still, I dream of her fingertips
tracing the map of my scars.
In her presence, I am undone,
a soldier laying down his sword,
a storm whispering its secrets to the sea.
Her beauty is not soft—it burns, ...
where the sky forgets the sun,
and the wind carries the sound of hearts breaking.
I’ve stood at the edge of longing,
watching her shadow move like smoke—
always close, but never mine.
She speaks in riddles,
her laughter a melody meant for another man’s ears,
but still, I listen,
still, I dream of her fingertips
tracing the map of my scars.
In her presence, I am undone,
a soldier laying down his sword,
a storm whispering its secrets to the sea.
Her beauty is not soft—it burns, ...
#bittersweet
#emotions
#hope #love
#hope #love
112 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2024 10:56am
13th Nov 2024 10:56am
THE HAUNTING
A child's fragile frame, curled tight on the ground,
Silent cries echo, but make no sound.
A vulture waits, patient, cold, and near,
In the heart of despair, death hovers here.
Empty bellies, hollow eyes, too weak to fight,
Life fades slowly under fading light.
The world looks on through a captured lens,
Yet their hunger, their pain—when does it end?
Kevin's eyes, heavy with grief,
Held the burden beyond belief.
A prize in hand, but a heart lost deep,
In shadows where haunted memories creep.
For all who saw, did you...
Silent cries echo, but make no sound.
A vulture waits, patient, cold, and near,
In the heart of despair, death hovers here.
Empty bellies, hollow eyes, too weak to fight,
Life fades slowly under fading light.
The world looks on through a captured lens,
Yet their hunger, their pain—when does it end?
Kevin's eyes, heavy with grief,
Held the burden beyond belief.
A prize in hand, but a heart lost deep,
In shadows where haunted memories creep.
For all who saw, did you...
#corruption
#grief
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#sadness
129 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 6:49am
24th Oct 2024 6:49am
I Miss Me
I miss, but not a name, not a face,
I miss the shadow I once embraced.
A ghost of the past I cannot trace,
Worn like an old coat, out of place.
I miss myself—
The mirror cracked, the edges frayed,
Like shattered glass, I fade away.
A version of me that slipped through time,
Like a clock unwound, no rhythm, no rhyme.
When someone leaves, they don’t just walk,
They carve out silence where we once talked.
A thief in the night, they steal your flame,
Leaving embers cold, never the same.
I am the wreckage of who I...
I miss the shadow I once embraced.
A ghost of the past I cannot trace,
Worn like an old coat, out of place.
I miss myself—
The mirror cracked, the edges frayed,
Like shattered glass, I fade away.
A version of me that slipped through time,
Like a clock unwound, no rhythm, no rhyme.
When someone leaves, they don’t just walk,
They carve out silence where we once talked.
A thief in the night, they steal your flame,
Leaving embers cold, never the same.
I am the wreckage of who I...
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#love #TimeHeals
#love #TimeHeals
137 reads
2 Comments
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