Poems By Laila Amatullah |
ABOUT LAILA AMATULLAH AND HER POEMS Laila Amatulah is a poet driven by an inner inspiration and her belief in this motivation is without doubt represented through her smooth flowing verses decorated with impressive imagery. Her appreciation of her roots as a Black/African-American woman is also easily noticed in her poems - Editor |
ANCESTARL WOMAN Exalted faces of our Ancestors, Paint themselves before my eyes, Nefertiti, Cleopatra, Kadeesha, Mary, Joan of Arc, Pocohontas, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Sarah B. Anthony, Eleanor Roosevelt, Fannie Lou Hamer and Rosa Parks. A myriad of traveling Womanly souls, Wandering timelessly, planting the seeds, For future generations to harvest, Linking spirit to spirit, Harmonizing with the energy of womankind. |
A WOMAN I AM I will make no excuses For being a woman, A woman, the woman, I am. I exalt in my womanhood, As I possess creative powers, A woman, the woman, I am. I am a daughter of a woman, a woman, the woman, I am. I am a mother of a woman, A woman, the woman, I am. I am endowed with special knowing, a woman, the woman, I am, My higher power blesses me abundantly, A woman, the woman, I am. My earthly connection to my heavenly Connection makes me the Woman, the woman, I am. |
The Color of Noontide It appears not as a paupers dream Nor as a rich man's paradise. It is not a front page headline Nor fifteen minutes of fame. It is Powerful, It is Cosmic, It is Energy Consummating forces into Daily challenges, It is an unabridged chapter Of timelessness. |
The Dimensions of Love How often did we mingle the honeyed taste or our lips? Soaring to ususpected heights, Too soon were we parted still unfulfilled Yet to meet once again in blissful remembrance. Dreams filled the empty spaces of our yearnings, Until the reawakening of long repressed desires, The dimensions of our love knew no earthly boundaries of time or space. |
POEMS OF SOUL |
NIGHT (TIME) Suddenly you turn and yesterday Has become a whisper, The sun shapes a new day, And you fight to keep the night away Once again. You race the morning, You chase the day, You leap across the eve, Only to find the darkness has descended And the night is waiting. The promises and realities of the day Become memories only, As the cool breeze of the night Pushes them away. The night has now become host to dreams. |
