"koh" poems
Girl, are you belong to
De Beers Premier Mine
Come to me, I preserve you
and make you mine
My love is like
Champagne diamond
I've somany colors to put
all your worries behind
Let me be a Wittelsbach
in your crown
So that I can smooch your forhead
Let me be a White diamond
in your ring
So that I can kiss your fingers
I'm sure, being with is like staying
in a Cubic zirconia
My love is more denser;
I will never let you hurt
Girl, you are a Koh-I-Noor;
everyone fights for your beauty
and value..
But I'm Robin hood;
I always fight for your good!
----de3pak
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Ek koh e gham liye betha hoon
Log kahte hain piye betha hoon
Koo e Jana me hui he jab se shikast
Tab se hothon ko siye betha hoon
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
I watch lazily from my hammock
as the fiery red orange sun
sinks into the horizon
and night falls down upon my head
as the warm breeze caresses my skin
the hibiscus are swaying
dancing to the tune of the earth
the smell of Tom Yum Goong
(spicy shrimp soup)
fills my nose
my belly rumbles uncontrollably
distant music and little voices
sipping on Nam Dang-Mu Pan
(melon ice drink)
S̄ìng thī̀ dī thī̀s̄ud thī̀ c̄hạn khey thả k̆ khụ̄x kār ŷāy pị yạng pratheṣ̄ thī̀ yxd yeī̀ym nī̂ h̄nụ̀ng thī̀ p̄hm thor h̄ā thī̀ b̂ān
translation: The best thing I ever did was move to this wonderful country, the one I call home
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
You're the beauty I left in patong.
Rainy days in Koh Samui.
Now knowing leaving was wrong.
I miss the feeling that laying on top of me wasn't close enough for you.
Seeing such a genuine need to not feel alone.
Like we're perfectly at home.
Gentle kisses on you're head
Cuddled up tight in bed.
You tell me over and over how you'd rather be alone.
That caring heart that asks me if I'm okay everytime I roll over.
Tells me something different.
You're the girl that may have always gotten away.
I've never known exactly what to think.
What's in your heart you never say.
If I had more time here something nice we'd make.
As the end draws near
It's a shame we're only half baked.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Eyes darting across a blank canvas
Where do I begin?
Heart filled with words yet spoken
May this blank canvas embody these unspoken words
Blank—filled
Empty—whole
Bright—yet dark
Words unheard
Accounted for within
Sankofa,
Let’s begin
At the age of 16, poetry, cacophonic, became an outlet for me.
Emotions that once felt so distant, merely a faint and infant shadow, stand beside me today at 23.
Hello, friend, it’s been a while; I thought I would not be graced with your presence again.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
Mon Papy.
Mon Papy n'a jamais eu de poème,
Afin de lui faire comprendre à quel point je l'aime.
J'ai donc le devoir de rectifier cette erreur,
Qui, depuis quelques temps, ronge mon coeur.
Depuis que je suis petite, tu m'as fait découvrir la belle vie,
Apprendre à faire du vélo sur deux roues en fait partie.
Tu m'as montré comment jouer aux boules,
Et comment orienter mon cerf-volant pour qu'il s'envole plus haut.
Tu m'as fais goûter le meilleur miel du monde,
Celui que tu allais chercher dans ta combinaison de super-héro.
Moi je pensais que tu étais James Bond,
Tu me disais, "ca roule, ma poule",
Comme si tu n'avais peur de rien,
Même pas des oies qui nous courraient après dans le jardin.
Avec toi je joue au scrabble et aux petits chevaux,
Tu gagnes toujours haut la main, et on ne peut s'empêcher de crier "Bravo!"
Je me souviens de nos soirées Fort Boyard et Koh-Lanta,
Rien de mieux qu'un bon feu, une famille réunie, et du chocolat.
T'avoir dans ma vie est un cadeau de chaque seconde,
Parfois j'aimerai le crier sur le toit du monde,
Pour qu'ils sachent tous la chance que j'ai,
D'avoir un papy comme toi, que je suis si fière d'aimer.
Même **** de toi je te sens près de moi,
Tu réchauffes mon cœur avec des sourires.
Tu sais bien qu'avec toi je ne peux que rire.
Tu m'aides à donner le meilleur de moi-même,
Tu sais bien que ta fierté fait la mienne.
Dans ma tête tes chansons résonnent avec clarté,
De la souris verte à la claire fontaine,
Ta voix berce mes souvenirs chaque jour,
Et mon angoisse disparaît dès que j'en entends les contours.
Mon sourire apparaît dès que je pense à toi,
Et mon cœur se remplit automatiquement de joie.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
Fat round raindrops fall
And flood the fetid street,
A warm, wet treat
For an island owned by heat.
A slippery deluge, a storm,
Lamai welcomes the warm
Caress of wet hot rain
And I am birthed into this land,
Into sun, colour, and sand.
Waters break,
A lake, deluging me
Willingly, I bathe
In amniotic rain
Reborn, in heat, and hope, and pain.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Koh gaya tha dunya ki ronak-e-gulzaar mai mn
Tj sy seek k khud ko sulja raha *** mn
or janta *** k pas nahe *** tery
Tbi to khud ko baaton mai uljha raha *** mn
Zamany ki sargoshio ka andaza hai mjy
Tbi to khud ko khud sy bacha raha *** mn
Janta *** k milu ga ik din tj sy zrur
Kia karu baato sy apni gabra raha *** mn
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
The lime,
Shored up, spine cracked
And open paged
Is ridden with vine,
Life
Rife with tree and green
A hidden lung
To which you inspired,
This rich tapestry of coral
From old looms of woven Word.
As time washes them to the sea
And their beached bones populate the beaches
I rest my feet on the shores of shores
The neap of these spires
The catch of your breath
And am left without any.
One of the minnows
Cast in the light
As blades of chaff in a summer plain
Flares, as a star in the dappled light
To become the murk of dancing sea.
As babel casts distance between our words
Flowers and plants we drink and burn
Our church is upon the water,
Where God writes his testament in the rock
And shows us Our image
Reflected on the sea
Where I come to understand
Command
The path of all beneath
The current made
With every stroke
Guided and goaded
With rice and stick
With love and fear
I knew Him in me.
The deep holds Your waning disk
Twilight dyes the waters
I saw the wonder placed in us
Traced upon the fleeing skies
I have no words for your kindness
I found etched between the ancient grains
Only that I wish I could see them better
Written for more familiar shores.
As darkness blots the sky with ink
And the ocean fades into crashing waves
I am left with but the faintest warmth of day
Whispered 'long the breeze.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
I'd help you
You're not my friend
I'm known as no face
I have no name
I was almost called the wind
You never see me
Only hear or feel me
I'd love to get to know you
my brain makes up excuses
on why not to
You look so pretty
but I never have the guts
to compliment you
Now I'll be known for being shy
Ask me whatever you want
and I'll reply
I once had a face
They took it away
I'm starting to forget
Who I really am
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC