Wenne Madyt Dengs


The Daughter Of My Colleague - Poem by Wenne Madyt Dengs

The daughter of my colleague

You’re slim and tidy

When you’re looked at;

You fill heart

You’re an ingredient of life



The daughter of my colleague

My heart meanders around you

You smile honey

You talk butter

You breathe in my soul



The daughter of my colleague

As beautiful as Arialbek

With your innocent childish face

Your figurative frame summons my eyes

You’re the only option

My inward dials your cute trait



The daughter of my colleague

Mine forever

I have the courage to taste your finger

Your finger drops hope and happiness

You spit gracing dribble



The daughter of my colleague

Though you resemble my daughter

I swear to wear your heart in my hut

You are chosen for all

The daughter of my colleague

Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship

Form: ABC


Comments about The Daughter Of My Colleague by Wenne Madyt Dengs

  • Kelly Kurt (11/4/2015 12:45:00 AM)


    It sounds like love has taken over. Thanks for sharing, Wenne (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/3/2015 11:20:00 AM)


    In love with the daughter of your colleague. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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