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Daniel Derrick Mwesigye
Goodreads Author
Born
in Kampala, Uganda
Genre
Influences
Kahlil Gibran
Member Since
August 2021
Desire - a poem
We were dangerous attraction
And paradoxical desire
She was dangerous play,
I was a beautiful sin she prayed to keep.
Together a farmer and a field of black roses
That life couldn't hold, without screaming
A couple always adored.
It was never how she looked,
But how I felt—gloriously undone
And paradoxical desire
She was dangerous play,
I was a beautiful sin she prayed to keep.
Together a farmer and a field of black roses
That life couldn't hold, without screaming
A couple always adored.
It was never how she looked,
But how I felt—gloriously undone
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Be careful, as you walk in talk You might step on someone’s ignorance One who hasn’t read or listened Just as deep, wide or high They stumble over simple lines, Trip on punctuation, roll in commas, And hit headfirst on full stops As they boast to know, What they don’t understand” Daniel Derrick Mwesigye |
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Are we merely visitors here? And did God pause his cosmic work Just to enjoy our stay? Perhaps another grew jealous, Resenting our welcome, So, tempts us To make us leave the party early” Daniel Derrick Mwesigye |
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“She is a jar of honey
How do you carry such sweetness?
Without being noticed
By the bees that made it!
No you don't;
You just hold it gently
So that it doesn't spill any honey
To attract flies...
That is how you love a girl
And enjoy her grow up
Into a wonderful woman.”
― Altar of love: Psalms of a lovestruck poet
How do you carry such sweetness?
Without being noticed
By the bees that made it!
No you don't;
You just hold it gently
So that it doesn't spill any honey
To attract flies...
That is how you love a girl
And enjoy her grow up
Into a wonderful woman.”
― Altar of love: Psalms of a lovestruck poet
“If I had the true colours to describe what I feel for you, I wouldn't waste time stringing beads of words... Instead I would run to kiss you and leave monuments on you:-
pyramids on your lips, the Taj Mahal on your skin, and the Eiffel tower in your heart.
NOTESEUM | A storm I chased”
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pyramids on your lips, the Taj Mahal on your skin, and the Eiffel tower in your heart.
NOTESEUM | A storm I chased”
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“I have watched you wildly bloom
As your petals unfolded with thorns
I got drunk on your perfume
I bled against your thorn
But loved you even more”
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As your petals unfolded with thorns
I got drunk on your perfume
I bled against your thorn
But loved you even more”
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“She is a jar of honey
How do you carry such sweetness?
Without being noticed
By the bees that made it!
No you don't;
You just hold it gently
So that it doesn't spill any honey
To attract flies...
That is how you love a girl
And enjoy her grow up
Into a wonderful woman.”
― Altar of love: Psalms of a lovestruck poet
How do you carry such sweetness?
Without being noticed
By the bees that made it!
No you don't;
You just hold it gently
So that it doesn't spill any honey
To attract flies...
That is how you love a girl
And enjoy her grow up
Into a wonderful woman.”
― Altar of love: Psalms of a lovestruck poet
“I have watched you wildly bloom
As your petals unfolded with thorns
I got drunk on your perfume
I bled against your thorn
But loved you even more”
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As your petals unfolded with thorns
I got drunk on your perfume
I bled against your thorn
But loved you even more”
―
“If I had the true colours to describe what I feel for you, I wouldn't waste time stringing beads of words... Instead I would run to kiss you and leave monuments on you:-
pyramids on your lips, the Taj Mahal on your skin, and the Eiffel tower in your heart.
NOTESEUM | A storm I chased”
―
pyramids on your lips, the Taj Mahal on your skin, and the Eiffel tower in your heart.
NOTESEUM | A storm I chased”
―
“My life is a roller coaster on golden wheels; IT IS NEVER GOING TO BE PERFECT but I am glad for the perfect moments”
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