BELEMA SANDRA EKINE

Mar 2017

Dark n Beautiful

My pocket poems
Isn’t worth much dowry
However, it’s all mine
Like nickel and dimes
Silver, or gold.
Tell out, my soul, to the world

Mar 2017

Colm

Go Home

When my thoughts run away with me
And I don't know which way I should go

Once I receive the insignificance I so badly wanted
And all I want, is to be left alone

When every corner of my existence is thick with dust
Having flooded my mind, this temporary home

I find his words alive again, and I am reminded
That I must decide once more to go home

Who says you can't? Not him. For he answers all questions. And cleans more perfectly than I ever could. (:

#go #poem #poetry #home #god #rhyme #verse #scribbles #sean #lord

BELEMA SANDRA EKINE Mar 2017

GREENLIGHT

The first 'Like' notification
Literally threw me over the moon
Now I can say I know what 'THE COW' felt
The first 'Humble' comment
Hit me right through my chest
I swear I died and went to heaven
Now I can say HE knows how grateful I am
The first 'Collection' addition
Welcomed me to a new country
Now I can say I know what it's like
To hold multiple citizenship
Since I landed on this planet of words
Its breeze hitting me 'hi' and 'hello'
I can say I hear my name for the first time
And it feels like Poetry

© Belema .S. Ekine

This is a lil something to show my appreciation for the kind and warm reception from my HP peeps.

#appreciation #hellopoetry #thankyou #worldpoetryday

Mar 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

If I Could, I Would!

If I could vacuum-clean
all of the dark clouds
from the sky above your head,
I would.

If I could make the sun shine
after stopping the rain,
I would.

If I could send you
an everlasting rainbow
to brighten-up all of your days,
I would.

If I could shoot
a wishfilled falling star
your way,
I would.

For you, if I could,
I would!

By Lady R.F ©2017

A little prayer for my family and friends.
Dedicated to anyone going through hardships.
If I could, I would!
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I truly appreciate this prayer making the daily! All thanks be to God!

Mar 2017

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Daughter

The old man mumbles in a dying voice
had my sons been alive.

A tear wells in the daughter's eyes.

She pours a spoon of water in his mouth
and wipes his lips and her eyes.

Having lit the pyre of his three sons
he was willing to barter his daughter's life
if that made God grant him another son
and here is the daughter by his bedside
feeding, cleaning and even shaving him
her only prayer to God being to save his life
bartering her entire means.

Outside the thunder cracks the sky
and she spreads a tarpaulin over the bed.

my son laments the father.

Inside her is no cover for rain.