paul mumbuna Poems

A place
where restless nights hold silent wars,
where pillows soak in echoes of regret,
and blankets weigh like chains of doubt.
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Among!
Yawp! My heart screams
Exasperated from the slavery of my mind
Facing the disbelief of my own opinion in front of others
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Compelled by the rage inside the burning Furnace of muscle and pump machine
Dressed decently in hurt
i don't know what i fear more, the thought of being without Credence.
Or the trauma from the thought of loosing the most precious treasure of the universe.
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In shadows cast by absent words,
My heart, a prison left unheard.
A solitude, a bitter cold,
Where echoes fade, where stories fold.
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poem- With you.

it's not the food, it's the cooking with you...
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As a devotee of love, I'm deeply ensnared,
A romantic enthusiast, fervently declared.
I'm patient and poetic, crafting love's tale,
Whipping up meals for you, without fail.
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I am a deep lover
A helpless romantic, a fanatic
A patient kind of lover
A poetic kind of lover
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The day we presented.
The silence was menacingly loud when it was my turn, scared I'd make a mistake I trembled in fear.
As though I was the last man standing on a battle field I felt alone
Like no matter how loud the class cheered I'd not hear a single voice,
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I didnt give up on her so you shouldn't
She mightt not be certain sometimes
But her uncertainties are what make her human
Other than that she's an angel manifesting as a Goddes on earth
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We sent my brother to war.
The boy who once sat beside me in the night,
Listening to bedtime stories whispered by our father in the dark.
He too would flinch at the dramatic sounds Dad made,
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