Poems from dagthapoet
My mother once told me,
that rain remains the same
no matter where you go,
so I often wonder how it feels
falling asleep to you,
listening...
I needed you like I needed poetry..I wanted to take you in and embrace you like warm summertime air. I wanted your kiss to be the sweetest...
Midnight rose;can I be your gardener?So I may tend to youEven when the harshest winterHas glazed my skin in grayish ember.And when I close...
When I was eleven years old, I met a girl named Fatou.
She was in my sixth grade class,
an immigrant from Dakar, Senegal.
Now, she may not...
I always thought that I could fly
But your words..and your punches kept me separated from the sky
Next stop, memory lane.
Land of the...