Biography of Samweli Butobi
Currently a student at the universty of Dodoma,
in college of Education,
interested in reading different creative fiction and non fiction writings.
I will read any thing a person recommends
Not experienced in the field of poems but reading more about love and social relationship
I would take advices from my poetess friend s for ther improvement of my creative work.
Samweli Butobi Poems
If You Die
When tired of being into trouble, I cry to my bitter end, trying to figure my hopeless end, the journey to my ready prepared land.
The Lost Dream
Baby, you left to another person since then Iam depressed Nothing you were, but everything now Iam lonely and devastated
Together With You
You are so good to me you are imparactive to me I appriciate all your concerns t o me
If we get what we love, can`t we be human when we have men have power possession not necessary others to have the portion
before you meet and tell me how will I know you about me how will I enjoy your company how can I find out, a person you are
Only For You, Just Come
you filled preasure in me like no other you satisfied me you are outside and inside of me
The Mid Night Dream
All I can feel is love in you In moments with you the mid night laughs we share
You Will Love, The Dead.
A friend I loved a friend I wanted a friend I needed a friend I adored
see how good lookinng you are the world rejoice to the beauty you are God created you, yes He did you.
The Evils Of The Innocent
The dropped in a time of a limited place To a place with neither love nor grace During a limited time for a living chance In a poorly living condition places
Mama A Dream I Live With
in each morning there is a smile in each mama there there is love to hold it boldly and tightly so sweet, so deep in my heart
The Poem From Mama
Mama everything you did I call The poems from mama The echo of the sound of the poems Their rhythmic sound, in my ears, unspeakable
Feeling It In Morning
When my lone days ended, painful days came A day I can’t remember, I cried to feel home Not a dream I may dream to tell For a place worm and safe, am always kept
Deep In The Soul Or At The Bank Of The M...
The most done highly esteemed with orgin in a mate very hambled love made of soft elements greatly in wemotions and passionate
There Was Peace
When life of peace was there
My neighbour gave me a story book
reminding me to read it, that book
Narreting how old people lived peaceful.
When words entered into my mind,
they met with my experience, and thoughts
memories and hope for living to old ages