YousefAlfil
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The only Malawian poet I am poetry, I speak poetry.

Joined: December 2022 Last seen: 4 months ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

SERENITY FIELDS The howling winds depict no hurricanes The sound of rains tapping on the stones is no noise But a reminder that in the fields, human silence predominates, In the fields time stand still and troubles distill Birds hosts with lullabies to comfort... – *by YousefAlfil*	0 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
DEAR DAD and sisters listen. Our dad, The head of the table. Dwells in my room every night, He undresses me everyday He smiles and promises to be gentle A promise that leaves me buttered inside. Aunt, Your brother Calls me his solace. He... – *by YousefAlfil*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating
DEAR DAD DEAR DAD brothers and sisters listen. Our dad, The head of the table. Dwells in my room every night, He undresses me everyday He smiles and promises to be gentle A promise that leaves me buttered inside. Aunt, Your brother Calls me his... – *by YousefAlfil*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

The howling winds depict no hurricanes
The sound of rains tapping on the stones is no noise
But a reminder that in the fields,
human silence predominates,
In the fields time stand still and troubles distill
Birds hosts with lullabies to comfort...

– by YousefAlfil

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DEAR DAD

and sisters listen.
Our dad,
The head of the table.
Dwells in my room every night,
He undresses me everyday
He smiles and promises to be gentle
A promise that leaves me buttered inside.

Aunt,
Your brother
Calls me his solace.
He...

– by YousefAlfil

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added 1 year ago

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DEAR DAD

DEAR DAD

brothers and sisters listen.
Our dad,
The head of the table.
Dwells in my room every night,
He undresses me everyday
He smiles and promises to be gentle
A promise that leaves me buttered inside.

Aunt,
Your brother
Calls me his...

– by YousefAlfil

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added 1 year ago

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