Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dre Poetry Sep 2019

I dream each day
I dream of uncountable nights cuddling and
Playing in a wide white bed
Furnished with white flowers and
White balloons.

I dream each day
I dream of a huge home with
A beautiful compound filled with
Gardens with white flowers
Spread all-round it.

This is just a dream
I'm a dreamer, I'm visionary
I dream each day.
Dre Poetry Sep 2019
I'm Aminah
Ain't a minor though
By age maybe, not by brains
By body maybe, not heart, nor soul
That's I'm not a minor
Call me Aminah

I don't take chances, that are evil
I walk through mine only chance
Setting goals that'll suite my eyes
And that are achievable
That's why I *****
Just call me Aminah.

My presence at a music scene
Ain't a fame driven step
I do that to serve, to save
And to show love to us all
I ***** to paint a great image
Ain't a minor, I'm Aminah.

It doesn't show that I'm beautiful
I'm just because my heart feels clean
I'm because I'm kind and generous
I'm because I serve the society
I'm beautiful of course
That's me, Aminah.

Maybe that's what I was born for,
The big screens in your house wall
Or the one on your tablet huh
Just to excite your heart big
And set a scene of love there
I'm the only one, Aminah.
Dre Poetry Sep 2019
She's that type,
Smiling in pain hype,
Dancing with broken leg,
And love with a hurt heart.    

She's that type,
The one you broke hers heart,  
But loved with every broken piece,
And loves with a bleeding heart.  

She's that type,
Who doesn't hit you with facts,
Even with **** evidence,
She watches you slam her heart,
And loves with a gloomy heart.    

She's that type,
A time will come when,
She can't hold it no more,
But walk away with tears drying,
She'll not love with a wound
Dre Poetry Sep 2019
A disease downed on African land, streams of blood low
Down the valley of pain not one not two
Swords falling on their tongues
Bullets penetrating their skins
Through their heart.

A meadow falling short of sweetness
African Earth turned African hell
Tears that flood the rivers
Add up day by day
It's ****** phobia
Stripping and strapping the black
Skin, drops of blood that's black facing
The ground.

Bodies of loving innocent soul
Laid on the floor of African land,
The land of honey now sour
Seats are thorny, hot and
Burns our buttocks
Why all these?
No black is stranger in Africa
No, not black man!
Dre Poetry Sep 2019
I crave for you here
It's not enough staying
Alone here
It breaks my heart
It makes me wanna have you
Every minute, mama.

I walked out to his house
He's loving and caring mom
He gives me all I need but
But can't give me one thing
She can't give me your affection.
He can't show me the path you did
Show me, mama

My husband is loving
He walks home early with
His beards dancing from
A bright face he shows
The nights are never boring in bed
But, one thing he can't give you gave.

He washes dishes when I'm low
Drives me to a beach when bored
He washes my curvy dark body
But mama, the affection
The feeling ain't mutual
His fragrance ain't yours

— The End —