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,
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
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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
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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
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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
#erotic
#sensual
#sex
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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.
#courage
#emotions
#strength
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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 ...
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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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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...
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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...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2017 1:34pm
25th Mar 2017 1:34pm
TO LET YOU GO
You were the sunshine in my life that shined brightly on
me,
You lighted up my life and it glittered the whole day
And you gave me hope and an inspiration to go on my
way.
You gave me reasons to fulfill each day,
With joy and happiness that gleamed wondrously
And to glorify our life that we had everyday.
You and I were like the sun and the moon,
You gave me light of hope and strength to survive
And I gave you mine when you kept your own light at night.
We shared our life together in one universe,
But how can I go on sharing my own...
me,
You lighted up my life and it glittered the whole day
And you gave me hope and an inspiration to go on my
way.
You gave me reasons to fulfill each day,
With joy and happiness that gleamed wondrously
And to glorify our life that we had everyday.
You and I were like the sun and the moon,
You gave me light of hope and strength to survive
And I gave you mine when you kept your own light at night.
We shared our life together in one universe,
But how can I go on sharing my own...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 9:51pm
5th Mar 2017 9:51pm
A CEMENT JUNGLE
Running Along With Scissors,
While Chasing The Shadows,
Hidden In Wide Open Spaces,
Not In Green Grass Meadows.
No Escape From A Handmade
Commercially Concrete Jungle,
The Mass Apartments Making
High Rise Living So Acceptable.
The Silences Can Be So Deadly.
The Silent Fumes From Vehicles
These Computer Driven Wheels,
Eliminating, Too Many Choices.
Chemicals Replacing Fresh Air,
Chronic Lack Of Drinking Water,
Highly Expensive Plastic Bottles
A Highly Unaffordable Disaster.
Really? So Attainable To Others
What...
While Chasing The Shadows,
Hidden In Wide Open Spaces,
Not In Green Grass Meadows.
No Escape From A Handmade
Commercially Concrete Jungle,
The Mass Apartments Making
High Rise Living So Acceptable.
The Silences Can Be So Deadly.
The Silent Fumes From Vehicles
These Computer Driven Wheels,
Eliminating, Too Many Choices.
Chemicals Replacing Fresh Air,
Chronic Lack Of Drinking Water,
Highly Expensive Plastic Bottles
A Highly Unaffordable Disaster.
Really? So Attainable To Others
What...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2017 9:08pm
18th Jan 2017 9:08pm
HAUNTED BY MY LOST DREAMS
3:33 Am, I Wake Up, Fearful.
Haunted By My Lost Dreams,
The Dreaded Nightmares Again
Filled Up With Dreaded Screams.
Left Alone In A Darkened Room,
Shadows Move Around The Wall,
I Wonder Should I Chase Them?
Bordome I Know, Maybe I Shall.
Chasing Shadows Would Have
Been Such A Great Poem Title,
But I'm Sticking With This One
Within My Dreams, For Example.
More Than Just My Nightmares,
Hooked Up, Cooked Up Blondes
Trying To Sell Me All Their Wares,
And By That, I Mean Their Bodies.
Forgotten Dreams,...
Haunted By My Lost Dreams,
The Dreaded Nightmares Again
Filled Up With Dreaded Screams.
Left Alone In A Darkened Room,
Shadows Move Around The Wall,
I Wonder Should I Chase Them?
Bordome I Know, Maybe I Shall.
Chasing Shadows Would Have
Been Such A Great Poem Title,
But I'm Sticking With This One
Within My Dreams, For Example.
More Than Just My Nightmares,
Hooked Up, Cooked Up Blondes
Trying To Sell Me All Their Wares,
And By That, I Mean Their Bodies.
Forgotten Dreams,...
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2 Comments
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