Submissions by Da_kwesta
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I find joy in reading poetry as well as giving all poets, writers and anyone with a story a better reason to write by helping them showcase their work to the world for generations into the future.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2023 7:36pm
18th Feb 2023 7:36pm
Emotion-less
Some times it feels like I'm insensitive
Lack of touch made me to be out of touch with my inner self
On a long hiatus from love, cause I fell from altitudes only France knows about
I usually book flights of love but never board the plane
I am terrified of the love bug, I guess it's true that once bitten twice shy
Love is a noble cause to humanity, by God
Hear me out Lord I deem myself as a prize not a common denominator
Always under-standing people over my own aspirations
Love has become a chore for me, no slavery
Working for peace of mind...
Lack of touch made me to be out of touch with my inner self
On a long hiatus from love, cause I fell from altitudes only France knows about
I usually book flights of love but never board the plane
I am terrified of the love bug, I guess it's true that once bitten twice shy
Love is a noble cause to humanity, by God
Hear me out Lord I deem myself as a prize not a common denominator
Always under-standing people over my own aspirations
Love has become a chore for me, no slavery
Working for peace of mind...
#sadness
#girlfriend
#relationships
#romantic
#breakup
169 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2023 00:28am
16th Feb 2023 00:28am
Drifter's Lonely Search
A drifter wanders through the night,
Alone and lost, with no respite,
He's searching for a love that's true,
But it seems it's out of view.
He walks the streets and alleyways,
And watches as the people play,
With hearts entwined and hands held tight,
Their love, a beacon in the night.
But he can't seem to find his own,
No matter how far he has roamed,
He's been to places far and wide,
But love still seems to hide.
The drifter longs to feel the touch,
Of someone he loves so much,
To hold them...
Alone and lost, with no respite,
He's searching for a love that's true,
But it seems it's out of view.
He walks the streets and alleyways,
And watches as the people play,
With hearts entwined and hands held tight,
Their love, a beacon in the night.
But he can't seem to find his own,
No matter how far he has roamed,
He's been to places far and wide,
But love still seems to hide.
The drifter longs to feel the touch,
Of someone he loves so much,
To hold them...
#sadness
#relationships
#heartbroken
#romantic
#lover
135 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2018 7:46am
9th Dec 2018 7:46am
OLD FRIEND
Poetry how I have abandoned you old friend
Healer of my wounds
The anti to my hate
The stronghold of my weakness
All this is happening because I replaced you old friend
I put no mercy on your existence
I didn't value our golden moments
To me you are like cannabis, indica sativa, you always levitate my spirit
Poetry, my channel, my canal, my dam, my overflow
You wave from afar and oversee my troubles
And in my sea of troubles, my faith in you makes me walk on water
Holy as you maybe you were a drug I was addicted to
Felony felony...
Healer of my wounds
The anti to my hate
The stronghold of my weakness
All this is happening because I replaced you old friend
I put no mercy on your existence
I didn't value our golden moments
To me you are like cannabis, indica sativa, you always levitate my spirit
Poetry, my channel, my canal, my dam, my overflow
You wave from afar and oversee my troubles
And in my sea of troubles, my faith in you makes me walk on water
Holy as you maybe you were a drug I was addicted to
Felony felony...
#hope
#gratitude
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
490 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2018 6:24pm
22nd Nov 2018 6:24pm
WE ARE HUNTERS
we are hunters, we live and die by the bush
in this land, women are pillaged
chop them down like trees
throw stones and hide hands in their marrow
in this land, women are pillaged
tie them to a men's name
throw stones and hide hands in their marrow
plunging themselves in the crux of origin
tie them to a man's name
give them an identity suitable to their taste
plunging themselves in the crux of origin
red droplets blemishing the earth
they give them an identity suitable to their taste
feasting on meat, they devour these objects ...
in this land, women are pillaged
chop them down like trees
throw stones and hide hands in their marrow
in this land, women are pillaged
tie them to a men's name
throw stones and hide hands in their marrow
plunging themselves in the crux of origin
tie them to a man's name
give them an identity suitable to their taste
plunging themselves in the crux of origin
red droplets blemishing the earth
they give them an identity suitable to their taste
feasting on meat, they devour these objects ...
#childhood
#aging
359 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2018 11:48pm
13th Aug 2018 11:48pm
You're Not Mine
I am not to name you,
You are not mine,
Your beauty pristine,
Subtle and fine,
Like fig and wine,
Like full moon’s shine,
Youthful divine,
Beauty itself had drawn a line,
and goddess nine
had all combined
yet they could touch
none of that line.
But you,
(Although you are not mine,)
In one step
you crossed the line,
You are not mine,
Our fates just could not intertwine.
Thus I am not to name you.
©DakwestaMakomaPB ©Copyrights Reserved
You are not mine,
Your beauty pristine,
Subtle and fine,
Like fig and wine,
Like full moon’s shine,
Youthful divine,
Beauty itself had drawn a line,
and goddess nine
had all combined
yet they could touch
none of that line.
But you,
(Although you are not mine,)
In one step
you crossed the line,
You are not mine,
Our fates just could not intertwine.
Thus I am not to name you.
©DakwestaMakomaPB ©Copyrights Reserved
#love
#hope
346 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 12:58pm
28th Feb 2018 12:58pm
Untitled
whenever you fall off the wagon
it's my heart that is dragging
whenever you fall down the hill
it's my blood that will spill
whenever you go on a binge
it's my body that will cringe
whenever you go missing
it's my words that get writen
whenever you seem to overdose
it's my death that gets close
it's my heart that is dragging
whenever you fall down the hill
it's my blood that will spill
whenever you go on a binge
it's my body that will cringe
whenever you go missing
it's my words that get writen
whenever you seem to overdose
it's my death that gets close
413 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2017 3:26pm
12th Aug 2017 3:26pm
Deathsire
Say my name in between your moan
Spell every letters through or groan
my body is just a catacomb
Awaken my slummbered soul
take it out from the tomb..
My touch is cold as ice it froze the
Flame inside your groin
Love is the answer; real one is the fuel
Make love to me to my inner being
That died long ago when her promises broken.
©MakomaPB Copyrights Reserved
Spell every letters through or groan
my body is just a catacomb
Awaken my slummbered soul
take it out from the tomb..
My touch is cold as ice it froze the
Flame inside your groin
Love is the answer; real one is the fuel
Make love to me to my inner being
That died long ago when her promises broken.
©MakomaPB Copyrights Reserved
518 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2017 3:21pm
12th Aug 2017 3:21pm
Untitled
between amount of action
and depth of feelings
love wanders.
its source difficult to grasp
its diffusion difficult to imagine
depending on the person
what one makes out of it
death and birth are just
points on horizon and
dont begin or end love.
and depth of feelings
love wanders.
its source difficult to grasp
its diffusion difficult to imagine
depending on the person
what one makes out of it
death and birth are just
points on horizon and
dont begin or end love.
472 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 4:04am
23rd Jun 2017 4:04am
The Face Of My Town
Ugly and disheartened is the face of my town
The road that leads to success is blocked
With hatred and vengeance that beat heart pump
Even the hatred and vengeance of deabs are seen in
tombs
The face of my town is dirty
It is totally black and dull
When the early morning dew is fresh to work like
donkey
Perhaps walk like horse or camel
For successful achievement of national goals.
The face of my town is still half blind
Blind to see the progress minded
Blind to see development retarded
Perhaps blocked from seeing ...
The road that leads to success is blocked
With hatred and vengeance that beat heart pump
Even the hatred and vengeance of deabs are seen in
tombs
The face of my town is dirty
It is totally black and dull
When the early morning dew is fresh to work like
donkey
Perhaps walk like horse or camel
For successful achievement of national goals.
The face of my town is still half blind
Blind to see the progress minded
Blind to see development retarded
Perhaps blocked from seeing ...
591 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2017 10:19pm
15th Apr 2017 10:19pm
Ninety Five Percent
I run my finger across the dusty table top.
So thick is the dust it gathers into a fuzz.
I am the dust the dust is me.
Ninety five percent of it, is my shedded skin.
The room is covered in my discarded yesterday's.
Traces of my past life scratched from the surface of my skin.
How can there be so much dust in one room.
Can I wipe away my past, should I even try.
The dust repulses me it scares me, this is my future.
For when my time is past I will become nothing but dust.
Reverting back to the nothingness of what I truly am.
Until all...
So thick is the dust it gathers into a fuzz.
I am the dust the dust is me.
Ninety five percent of it, is my shedded skin.
The room is covered in my discarded yesterday's.
Traces of my past life scratched from the surface of my skin.
How can there be so much dust in one room.
Can I wipe away my past, should I even try.
The dust repulses me it scares me, this is my future.
For when my time is past I will become nothing but dust.
Reverting back to the nothingness of what I truly am.
Until all...
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2017 10:13pm
15th Apr 2017 10:13pm
Dust and Bones
My heart is a hole in the ground
People stop and look down
I wonder what they hope to see
Before they kick some dirt over me
So many friends are dust and bones
They're here with me
I'm not alone
Why you looking down on me
I'm a sick man, not yet deceased
I'm compromised, you're diseased
Standing six feet above me
My heart is full of dust and bones
They're jumbled up
look at me!
How can this be?
We drank the same cup
We ate the same thing
We smoked gasoline and took that drive
Dear God, they are all dust...
People stop and look down
I wonder what they hope to see
Before they kick some dirt over me
So many friends are dust and bones
They're here with me
I'm not alone
Why you looking down on me
I'm a sick man, not yet deceased
I'm compromised, you're diseased
Standing six feet above me
My heart is full of dust and bones
They're jumbled up
look at me!
How can this be?
We drank the same cup
We ate the same thing
We smoked gasoline and took that drive
Dear God, they are all dust...
564 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2017 1:41pm
25th Mar 2017 1:41pm
GRANTED
Oh To Be Free, Like The Birds
In Flight, Must Be Happiness!
Peacefully Flying Around Us,
Away From All The Madness.
The Traffic Almost Everywhere,
Seeing Us All Rushing Around,
Planes Flying Through The Sky,
Landing Back Again On Ground.
In The Hospitals, New Babies
Scream, First Screams In Life,
While In The Very Next Room
A Husband Lose A Dear Wife.
Life Or Death, Born To Be Free,
Born To Be Blessed With Love,
Born Into Freedom, Not Chains.
Peace Like A Little White Dove.
Blessed Are Chosen Ones Who
Have...
In Flight, Must Be Happiness!
Peacefully Flying Around Us,
Away From All The Madness.
The Traffic Almost Everywhere,
Seeing Us All Rushing Around,
Planes Flying Through The Sky,
Landing Back Again On Ground.
In The Hospitals, New Babies
Scream, First Screams In Life,
While In The Very Next Room
A Husband Lose A Dear Wife.
Life Or Death, Born To Be Free,
Born To Be Blessed With Love,
Born Into Freedom, Not Chains.
Peace Like A Little White Dove.
Blessed Are Chosen Ones Who
Have...
563 reads
2 Comments
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