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"koya" poems
I saw him in a K-Vibe store His sight melted my ice-hard core. He saw me watching and smiled at me. Walked the short distance, my heart filling with glee. Our hands brushed, We both blushed, And then I noticed the thing that broke the love spell He was wearing an EXO hoodie And I a BTS sweat with koya smell And hence we couldn't be together for I am an ARMY and he an EXO-L
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
An EXO-L
Mujhe dar nahi hai Duniya ka dar nahi hai andere ka dar nahi pyar mein kone ka ya pyar mein ko kohne ka Mujhe dar nahi ghum hone ka mujhe dar nahi girne ka mujhe dar nahi hai harne ka Kyuki bhai, mujhe pata hai ki jab zaroorat pade aap kade honge mere baju iss duniya ke samne Andere se aap bhi darte honge par rahoje mere sath mujhe darate hue ya pir mera majak udate hue Jab pyar mein kohi hui main gussa zaroor karte honge par chedne ka mooka nahi chodoje Jab pyar ko he koya rahoge pass thamke mera hath Kabhi kabhi mein rasta bakat ke ghum ** jati hoon teri gabrahat ** ya na ** teri baduri ki lambhi kisse me par kisse ke akhar main tum hamesha mujhe dond loge Mujhe dar nahi hai Duniya ka dar nahi hai andere ka dar nahi pyar mein kone ka ya pyar mein ko kohne ka Mujhe dar nahi ghom hone ka mujhe dar nahi girne ka ya pir harne ka kyuki bhai, aap har maane nahi diye mujhe.
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Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
Raksha Bandhan
There's nothing like a mother's love A mother's love, is like going through thick an thin, they will love you til the the end of TIME you will have your UP's and also Down's but they will never ever give up on you an that one person that will never do that is a mother is like a precious diamond once you lose that diamond you can never get that diamond back By:Taylor Conyers, Le'Koya Collier
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Mother's
Musa stands for banana But his name sake was Furhana His headwear folded like samosa Not to be confused with mimosa Yet the fold was like Koya's head towel Even the fantastic Ayamu's downwell. That said: Koya heckled with his sickle knife Never failed in the field to sit and file The blade to trim out the hedge's tendrils rife Closed one eye to see the fence's profile The cutting-hedge technology of fence Continued without denouncing offense Rarely reaching any end, the dense Fence talk gains again as every day commence. Beauty creation was his faint inclination At the entrance of the tea plantation Stationed near to the police station Part of his task unasked in the division Was standing and talking to the man on the bike Talks like, the strike, the Labour wages hike, How to dodge a strife for a fair bounty With words coated with 'chondy-chandy sugar candy. For its said, he can wear any colour, I-uhml-green or P-yellows To send jaundice or dainties to the Poor-fellows. The talk prolong as the baron mellows Till the madam's call comes from the bungalows. Back to Musa, sorry for the interruption, he was left behind the lines... For names of Mayan, Maanu and Jaanu make a beeline Like Beebi and Kaybee,  maybe the guy too, sounding Shanghai, All are bonanza, for a due stanza. Musa chirped with chops of English And fizzed out the name of fish and dish Proud that he worked even with some British. Once he mumbled the name mom and mummy To call out his humble wife to introduce The visiting chummy colleagues, over there. Her numb eyes goggled out of a slimy shawl to reduce Her head to a crummy Kameez that beleaguered  on her. Not knowing what his trendy husband is telling, And why he is calling her before them, Asia instead of Aisha! His friends knew her trouble and told her its alright And that made her feel she is the same Ayichumma on her own right. Once Musa stumbled on the name 'chips' at a shop in the city; Ordered the same along with other civil society While seeing it packed, he grumbled for his stupidity And burst out, "O, just the Koya fried banana, that's aplenty in our vicinity". The shopkeeper gave a laugh, And there, Musa left in a huff!
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Musa
Musa stands for banana But his name sake was Furhana His headwear folded like samosa Not to be confused with mimosa Yet the fold was like Koya's head towel Even the fantastic Ayamu's downwell. That said: Koya heckled with his sickle knife Never failed in the field to sit and file The blade to trim out the hedge's tendrils rife Closed one eye to see the fence's profile The cutting-hedge technology of fence Continued without denouncing offense Rarely reaching any end, the dense Fence talk gains again as every day commence. Beauty creation was his faint inclination At the entrance of the tea plantation Stationed near to the police station Part of his task unasked in the division Was standing and talking to the man on the bike Talks like, the strike, the Labour wages hike, How to dodge a strife for a fair bounty With words coated with 'chondy-chandy sugar candy. For its said, he can wear any colour, I-uhml-green or P-yellows To send jaundice or dainties to the Poor-fellows. The talk prolong as the baron mellows Till the madam's call comes from the bungalows. Back to Musa, sorry for the interruption, he was left behind the lines... For names of Mayan, Maanu and Jaanu make a beeline Like Beebi and Kaybee,  maybe the guy too, sounding Shanghai, All are bonanza, for a due stanza. Musa chirped with chops of English And fizzed out the name of fish and dish Proud that he worked even with some British. Once he mumbled the name mom and mummy To call out his humble wife to introduce The visiting chummy colleagues, over there. Her numb eyes goggled out of a slimy shawl to reduce Her head to a crummy Kameez that beleaguered  on her. Not knowing what his trendy husband is telling, And why he is calling her before them, Asia instead of Aisha! His friends knew her trouble and told her its alright And that made her feel she is the same Ayichumma on her own right. Once Musa stumbled on the name 'chips' at a shop in the city; Ordered the same along with other civil society While seeing it packed, he grumbled for his stupidity And burst out, "O, just the Koya fried banana, that's aplenty in our vicinity". The shopkeeper gave a laugh, And there, Musa left in a huff!
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Tears fall. They slide slowly down your face. And easily to trace the path to why they started? When I think of you. Tears comes easy. Others see them. And quickly know why? Others see them. And might never ever know why? Or afraid to ask why I cry? I just know tears comes easy. When I think of you. Just as quickly than the day we cried at your funeral. And your burial too. Dedicated To Le'koya
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Tears Comes Easy(When I Think of You)
Your picture still hang upon the wall We look at it It makes us smile. To all of us you simply was a beautiful child. We remember you for your kindness. And the way you help anyone out. Without a moment hesitation. Yes, you was a beautiful child. With all the qualities of you mother. And the complexion of your father. Whom you often were compared too. We not amazed that many came to adore you. From those within and out of school. Faithfully you was into the word. Messages God must have surely heard.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Poem For Koya
Nice, you were. Polite you were. Unselfish you were. Born to be loved. This is the Le'koya we knew. Who would do anything for you? Helpful to anyone. Even those that talked about her. You was a wonderful one. That anyone could have loved. This is the Koya we knew. God gives angels to the world to be enjoyed. And you just happen to be one of the lucky ones.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
One Of The Lucky Ones
My little flower, you continue to grow. Just to be mention daily let many know your impact. My little flower. I still can see your smile. From cheek to cheek it beamed. You still in many memories. If leaving this earth with a lasting impression upon another. Then I thank the lord above, for having you as my daughter.
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
Koya(My Little Flower)