Saturday, November 23, 2024

Poetry

My love
Dear Best Friend

Raw As It Is

It wasn't long ago, That the heart made a decision , Firm and precise , Not to feel anymore, Burden was washed away into the abyss, Visions with verdant grass and fields were contained in it, All wrapped up in...

Equal Hearts

There is me And There is you I have my pen You have your guitar We have our passions We have our abilities But They meet at us I scribble down poetry You tune musicality in it I laugh You cry But we drown both...

My Roof Leaks Sweat

My Roof Leaks Sweat. In confusion, I sit on the floor My once new and classy floor mat Shaggy with years of dusty feet The rain outside torrents But I hold on to my umbrella Flashes of the past flood...

For The Love of The Game

I will always blow the trumpet I will always shout glory glory Every wave that rocks the stadium I will encounter it with a Mexican wave I shall praise the dribble,passes and shots Ooh! Damn he hit the cross...

My Last Poem

How would it be The last strike of my pen When death shall grasp me Come like a crimson tide When I will be no more Will it form part of my eulogy Would it live on beyond me Would it...

LIFE

Life can get into an end that's mellow While the wind blow in a direction yellow Hang onto an hope for tommorow Taking down my deep sorrow Even though I may lack a path to follow Let me never...

Tear Me Now

Tear me now Tear me now until its end of show Tear apart every part of me and arraign it in a row Tear it after all is calm when you hear the cock crow Let the pieces...

THE WREATH

I walked miles to grave site The site of my fallen hero He fall at merciless hands Of those that needed to protect him It was called a stray bullet From an unknown assailant But The community knew Karao...

I Lost My Innocence

I still remember you The big sister that never was The neighbors daughter So pretty a girl But you were always the big siz You even pinched off my naughty me Dama the pretty neighbors daughter Your mother was not...

My Father’s Gaze

We sat down facing the west As the sun lazily crawled behind the green hills Under the older than time mango tree We sat on rickety three legged stools. His face engulfed in mystery Stroking his grey mustache He gazed...