Members
17/M
If I am only my thoughts
Poems
Ester Matsaba Jul 2014
MY KUSH KUSH BABE
Ester Matsaba
Jul 2014
My nandos bone
my sweet chocolate,
when I think of you
my heart goes jigijigi like a rail way line,
my slavit, you always put a smile on my face,
my fishy bone,
my sourish munch munch chocolate,
you make me whole each time I look at you,
and aah my deep voice will go singing,
'cause this undying kush kush love
is now not fading,
My sweet honey bee,
you buzz without being stingy,
oh my kush kush babe,
'ME LA VIEW' so well,
from the botox of my heart,
oh my KFC bone,
you are tasty by smile,
I love you so quickly.
My dove,
oh my sweety sour smoothies
I love you so tree much,
that my breathe gets taken away,
but my heart await your touch.
My kush kush babe,
Me la view till death comes.
my sweet chocolate,
when I think of you
my heart goes jigijigi like a rail way line,
my slavit, you always put a smile on my face,
my fishy bone,
my sourish munch munch chocolate,
you make me whole each time I look at you,
and aah my deep voice will go singing,
'cause this undying kush kush love
is now not fading,
My sweet honey bee,
you buzz without being stingy,
oh my kush kush babe,
'ME LA VIEW' so well,
from the botox of my heart,
oh my KFC bone,
you are tasty by smile,
I love you so quickly.
My dove,
oh my sweety sour smoothies
I love you so tree much,
that my breathe gets taken away,
but my heart await your touch.
My kush kush babe,
Me la view till death comes.
I wrote this poem on a crazy day like today, to my crazy beloved babe. wherever he is I just hope he knows how crazy I am for him.
Kivanc
Jun 2018
water is entering to our lung,
our tongue sourish, we are drunk.
our souls shape due to command,
killing follows after cause one want.
why your heart rejects beating,
and pitifulness watching us all the night?
our tongue sourish, we are drunk.
our souls shape due to command,
killing follows after cause one want.
why your heart rejects beating,
and pitifulness watching us all the night?
Gianfranco Aurilio Jul 2016
Grape-harvest
Gianfranco Aurilio
Jul 2016
At sunrise
the girls
singing go
through the rows
full of grapes
and sourish scent,
which imbues the nostrils.
Up and down
along the long paths,
between a chat
and a mockery,
between a story
and a laughter,
between a little weep
and a joke,
the ticking of the scissors
by way of an orchestra
resounds.
Only at twilight,
with the agile hands tired,
with the neat clothes *****,
they get ready
to rest,
the clamour
dies away,
the night
falls,
the countryside
sleeps.
22.12.'09
the girls
singing go
through the rows
full of grapes
and sourish scent,
which imbues the nostrils.
Up and down
along the long paths,
between a chat
and a mockery,
between a story
and a laughter,
between a little weep
and a joke,
the ticking of the scissors
by way of an orchestra
resounds.
Only at twilight,
with the agile hands tired,
with the neat clothes *****,
they get ready
to rest,
the clamour
dies away,
the night
falls,
the countryside
sleeps.
22.12.'09