DEBEEH DUMDIBABARI
Poet #PoetryCreator
Member Since: 1 year ago
AKPO-YAN-EE; THE GREEN SOUP. I was raised in the break room What would you like for supper Grew to be our spring of bloom We danced to the moon and back My belly refused to exit the room It was a warm afternoon Mama's pot filled with love Scently chips and sweet pies My neck stretched out with joy The fun has just begun My favorite food is the liquid dish Made from boiling meats Sweet seeds and fish The savory scent lift my belief Few greens to make the broth rich The garlic danced in the p...
KEN SARO WIWA. The boy of humble birth, Grew into a warrior, But not of war and steel. A voice that rose above, A cry against the night, A bold and lonely zeal. The cause he fought for justice, His heart a fiery light, But justice came at a cost, With a price too dear, too high. His memory still remains, Though shrouded in the mist, His sacrifice endures, A hero, we cannot resist. DEBEEH DUMDIBABARI. photo Art: DUMBOR DEBEEH. #POETRY #THECATALYSTPOET #WEWRITETOINSPIRE #KENSAROWIWA
LOVE YOU MORE. Everybody wants to be loved up It's a natural feat to see oneself Always feeling at the top A little delay to look at your face May turn to billings of questions With no time to waste You measure their hearts based on the Evidences of smiles presented as gifts to you You want to feel belong Even when everything is not all about you Loving yourself is like a warm blanket On a cold night Comforting and reassuring Even with no light Love you more. DEBEEH DUMDIBABARI. #...
