“What is poetry?
To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour”— William Blake

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  • Boxes

    Stuffed up in a box
    Is a pretty porcelain doll
    With the prettiest face
    And a priceless value

    But no one sees her
    And knows her worth
    Because she chooses to remain
    Stuffed up in a box

    Until she decides
    To break out of the box,
    She’ll remain hidden
    And lose her worth

    She has her doubts
    She has her worries
    She feels she’s not enough
    She doesn’t know she’s priceless

    Break out of your boxes
    Throw away your doubts
    Take that leap of faith
    This is not your place

    You’re needed at the palace

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Positive confessions

    What is death to an Immortal?
    What is gloom to the angels?
    What is affliction to the saints above?
    What is darkness to the sun?
    What is a boundary to the heavens?

    What is misfortune to me?
    I know not such
    What is bad luck to me?
    It doesn’t exist
    What is sadness to my family?
    It’s not in our dictionary
    For we have a God that never fails

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Pretty Fat

    Posted a new picture online
    I posed with a pretty smile
    Added a hot insta caption
    Felt a bit high for some time
    Had reactions here and there
    Both on IG and on Snap
    Thought I looked real pretty
    Till someone called me fat

    At first, I waved it off my mind
    But like a silent haunting ghost
    It crept and rested in my heart
    I checked myself out in the mirror
    “Am I really fat?”

    I started looking for the areas
    Where I could have had some fat
    I didn’t see that pretty smile anymore
    I didn’t see that smooth complexion
    All I saw was a fat sad girl

    And so, I took some measures
    Worked out, dieted
    Tried on baggy clothes
    But like a stubborn bell,
    It kept ringing loud
    That someone called me fat

    It took a while to realize
    That it all in my head
    Suffered an eating disorder
    To please the internet?
    I can’t be perfect you see
    But I can be real
    I’ll stuff my face with junk
    Coz that’s just being me
    I can’t be someone who I’m not
    And fat is who I am

    Of course I’m fat
    And I don’t mind
    I’ve got my smile
    And I’ll take pictures with pride

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Bond thinker

    Do you really own your thoughts?
    Those voices in your head,
    Are they really yours?
    This your mind,
    Do you have control?

    Thoughts are quite powerful
    I must say
    They border on our minds
    Till they are reality

    You seem to keep the gates
    Wide open
    For any thoughts to come and go
    You have no filters
    It is a free land

    You lie to yourself
    Say you’re a free thinker
    You just don’t know
    You are a bond thinker
    We all are.

    Thoughts, you see
    Are a reflection
    Of what society tells us
    Of what we see around us

    You think you like roses?
    It’s because everyone else likes roses
    And so, you think it over and over
    Till it becomes a part of you

    You think you hate something?
    It’s because society does
    And so, you think it over and over
    Till it becomes your reality

    You think the thoughts
    Society says you should
    You think the thoughts
    Sponsored by demons
    Where is the space
    For thoughts from the Lord?

    No one is really a free thinker
    We all are bond thinkers
    The question now is,
    Who or what sponsors your thoughts?

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • A bed of roses: Wish for 2024

    You say, “Life is not a bed of roses”
    But you see,
    Life has always been a bed of roses
    Roses have petals and thorns
    It just depends
    On whether your bed is made of petals
    Or thorns.

    Some have always had it easy
    Never pricked a finger on a thorn
    Never had to struggle
    Might have encountered a little thorn
    But their life is still a bed of roses
    Only,
    They have more petals than thorns

    Some did not always have it easy
    Had a bed made of thorns
    Always had to worry
    Always had to struggle
    Might have enjoyed the scent of petals
    But their life is still a bed or roses
    Only,
    They have more thorns than petals

    And now, I make a wish today
    May we have more petals
    Than we have thorns
    May we bask in the sweet scent
    Of tender rose petals
    And even if we do get thorns,
    May our petals provide consolation
    May we have it easier this year.

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Privileged

    How easy it is
    To make up the rules
    When you’re not one of the masses
    How easy it is
    To cast the first stone
    When you’re not the one being tried
    How easy it is
    To make a judgement
    When you’re not the one facing the sanctions
    How easy it is
    To exercise authority
    When you’re the privileged

    © warrior queen, 2023

  • Myopic

    It’s easy to trip
    When you’re myopic
    Coz you can’t see the road clearly
    And everything looks blurry
    Simply because you’re myopic

    I’ve always thought that
    Humans are myopic
    Because of our inability
    To see ahead of time
    Not even a second ahead

    We don’t know what will
    Happen the next minute
    We try to predict
    But there’s actually no certainty

    We work so hard
    So that we can have
    Some measure of control
    Over the future
    Hoping that somehow,
    We’d be able to run without falling

    But our myopia
    Sweeps us off our feet
    At the event of the unprecedented
    It’s our myopia
    That stops us from seeing
    The bigger picture

    © warrior queen, 2023

  • My happy New Year starts now

    The year is almost ending
    And I’m flipping through my records
    Feels like something is missing.
    Only a few achievements
    And quite a lot of failing
    Well, failure is a part of my success story
    Been waiting for the right season
    That seems to never come
    Should I wait till next year
    Before I make that turn?

    My happy new year starts now
    I’ll make new resolutions in November
    And start new projects in December
    It’s not too late or too early
    To get a little green check mark
    On my records
    My happy new year starts now

    © Warrior Queen, 2023

  • The Push to do Better

    “The Push to do better
    Comes from within”
    Or does it?
    Here I am, quietly sitting in my room
    Checking the latest on WhatsApp
    When my mother walks in
    She sits on the edge of my bed.
    “Do you know…” she begins
    “…that mama James’ son
    has traveled abroad?”
    I nod my head slowly
    Knowing there is more to be said
    “James is now abroad
    and he will come back with
    plenty money to take care of his mother”
    She folds her hands dramatically
    Walls to the door
    Pauses
    And faces me again
    “You’d better not waste your life doing rubbish!
    You must do better”
    Finally she exits and leaves me to my thoughts
    And my mind is once again
    Troubled like a sea during a storm
    “I have to do better”
    The words of my mother
    Ring repeatedly in my head
    And it has become my life mantra.
    “I have to do better”

    I have come to realize
    That the push to do better
    Often comes from pressures
    We feel outside
    From our parents, teachers, society
    The push to do better
    Is basically our fear
    Out fear of disappointing
    The expectations we place on ourselves
    Which are birthed
    From what we think the society expects
    From us

    “I have to do better ”
    It resounds so loudly in my head
    That I do not acknowledge what I have already acheived
    As any form of success
    It’s like a neverending race
    Without a finish line in sight
    “You built a house?”
    “Your mates have built three”
    “You just got married?”
    “Your mates have had children ”
    It’s all this evil comparisons

    Yes, I have to do better
    But this push to do better
    Will come from within
    That is, my desire to be successful
    On my own terms
    My desire to self actualize
    My desire to pursue my dreams
    My desire to discover and fulfill my life purpose
    Not what the society desires
    My push to do better comes from within.
    © Warrior Queen, 2023

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  • The Picture

    Skillfully, the painter sets up his canvas
    A big stroke here
    A little one there
    A splash of color
    A trace of black
    A straight line up
    And a wavy one down

    I have one idea
    What the picture will look like
    It all seems
    Like chaos now
    But in a little bit
    It will all make sense
    And I know that
    There’s a beautiful picture
    Waiting to be unveiled.
    © Warrior Queen, 2023

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