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 Aug 2014 Donna Bella
washy
will we remember each other in the future, love?
will we keep in contact, or the days will separate us?
will we cross each other minds as we used to?
will we cross paths one day?


                                                              ­                                                will we meet again?
I wish I got the ability to cross hearts and minds,
so it won't take me forever trying to find answers
for my unanswerable questions.

                           but,

"the scarest thing about distance is that
you don't know whether they'll miss you,
or forget you" -Nicholas Sparks
 Aug 2014 Donna Bella
ryn
I love you much with every ounce this heart could muster
I love you such yours is what my heart's trailing after
I'd love your touch even if it'll cause me shatter
Into a million shards yet still it does not matter
A mere breath and you will meld me back together
With every shatter and every meld makes me stronger
It's bitter sweet but I'd do it over and over
 Aug 2014 Donna Bella
Luna Lynn
Deep
 Aug 2014 Donna Bella
Luna Lynn
I thought I knew love
until I swam the ocean
behind your blue eyes
Haiku #40

(C) Maxwell 2014
i wanted to write about you
like my skin was on fire,
but i don't think that a boy like you belong in poems
you taste like black champagne,
and said i smelled like hot honey and wet leaves
you promised me the red morning sky,
but you aways slept to the early afternoon
you told me that i was everything you ever wished for,
but nothing you ever needed
when you touched me i knew the difference
between breathing and living
***** fingernails, morning coffee  and peaches
reminds me of you
i've never seen such blue eyes before
My mama is an angel
My mama is an angel
There can’t be another angel
In this life’s hurdle
Cos she loves, loves and loves me
Out of her busy schedule
To set me free
She’ll sit on the tip of a huge needle


When I cry she cuddles
She understands when I mumble
In my mistake she fumbles
To get me out of trouble
In my sickness, she troubles
To get me out of hot bubbles
She gets all my puzzles
And solves all my riddles
That’s why
  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Mothers who work as mothers must be commended. Their sufferings for their children and love still remain a mystery to me. May they be blessed always.
Life is short,

and sorrows sting,

And death his final toll will ring,


Still yet-
Still yet-

The birds will sing



their music.
Alright, confession time: this is nearly a copy of another poem. The words are all different- it is mine. But I adore the original. It's in a book called The Abarat, by Clive Barker. The poem itself doesn't have a name.
Stop putting me in check.
I watch dreams I've worked so hard towards just wash away,
As if it's supposed to be easy to leave behind.

Stop sending me obstacles.
Endless bills,
Final notices just weeks away.
Destiny must be an oversight.
I'm positive there must be more then this....

Stop sending me deceitful lovers.
They consume my time,
Whisper promises never for filled,
It's all empty in the end.
I hate that it leaves me hallow.

Stop leaving me awake with worry. Endless outcomes steal my sleep,
My brain always stuck in over thought, My nights consumed in worry.

Stop putting me down,
When I give all I have.
Dreams always at my fingertips,
But never close enough to touch.

Must not be meant for me.
Climb the ladder reality says,
Life holds no place for dreamers.
I said I'd love you forever
and you came back 5 years later
begging me to prove it.
You were adamant that I recall every detail,
as I'd promised.
You asked your favorite color,
if I remembered the way you'd kiss me
one lip at a time.
I reached into the back of my mind,
to the room where I'd kept you
and all your idiosyncrasies
separate from the sun.
I braced myself for the slow burn
that would travel inevitably
through my hand from the doorknob.
Nothing came.
I pushed through the door
to your windowless room,
and found nothing but the dust that you deserved.

I said I'd love you forever.
I'm sorry,
I didn't realize I was lying.
 Jul 2014 Donna Bella
Lil K-1
Pride
 Jul 2014 Donna Bella
Lil K-1
My body is weak, but my soul is strong, I'll never back down until hell is dust to the holy song, I lost a friend, he died by my side, I'll avenged him by end of time, tick tock, im running out of time, im not scared, but death  is always on mind. My pride, my pride, never give up until you find what's inside.
...Night is not the absence of the sun it's the introduction to a different state of light...
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