“It’s In Church” poem. It’s only in churchYou’ll find a pastor talking,Negatively of those in the barBut you’ll never find a drunk person,Talking about a hypocritical Pastor in a bar It’s in churchWhere the stolen taxes,Are remitted to help the poorIs it helping or stealingIt’s no longer safe in those churches It’s in the churchYou […]
“Single” poem. Behind my smile is a broken heart, behind my laugh I’m falling apart. Behind my eyes are tears at night, behind my body is a soul trying to fight. ©️Kelvin Jasi, 2021
Motherhood M e? I don’t believe in soulmates!O n the contrary—T ime after time you pass through my breathe,H aving you by my side is really a feat.E asily splicing all my scattered senses,R amming me out of those biased fences.H aving me a shelter underneath you,O ver and over again my tears trickle down
“Fate” poem I tried to be “normal.”I tried to like the people I was supposed to like.Tried to imagine the future I was meant to live.I tried so hard.I realized I had two choices;Conform and slowly strangle myself.Or shatter the mold and let others slowly strangle me.Either way I was going to die. ALL RIGHTS
‘JOURNEY WITH A STRANGER” poem. Driving on the mountainous road,I looked at the rear mirror of my car,Noticing a girl with some luggage,Standing at a distance far.So I put the gear in reverse & reached to her,When she greeted me with an alluring smile,And what filled me with awe was her beauty,Leaving me hypnotized for
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The Beauty of a smile The universal language of silence,It is the link that binds us all in essence,A smile is all you need to bridge the gap with someone, doesn’t matter who,Even if they’re a stranger if you smile they will cross the bridge to you,It’s amazing how a simple act of flexing your
Moon mystic The weathered canvasOf your psychedelic soulSpirals into a well of silenceInelegant trails of colors runInking their jaded paradoxWithin a fake sanctum
Unoda here? Iwe unoda here kunzwa nyaya,kubva pamiromo yakabvaruka yeasina ngano?Iwe unoda here kunzwa nyaya,kuti zvisinei kuti yakapoterera seiyakadzorerwa kumashure,yakarukwa uye yakatambwa nayo zvakadii,inogara ichipera zvakafananaIwe unoda here kunzwa nyaya,yakabikwa nemisodzi, kusuwa uye nyemwereronhema?Iwe unoda here kunzwa iyo nyaya,yakanyorwa neropa rerudo paruoko reamboive mudiwa wake? ©️Kelvin Jasi, 2021 painfullovestory
“Memories” word acrostic poem. M e passing by a grave yard today wondered;E xactly how many of them enjoyed their life?M how many of them, were happy to be here, andO f these, how many of them wanted to go so bad that they did it themselves?R eflecting, I wondered how many of them are
Living acrostic poem. L ife is good when you are happy.I t’s better when other people are happy because of you.V ery often people may not reward you,I nappreciative for what you doN otwithstanding, when God is your reason for loving and giving,G reater blessings you shall receive. ©️Kelvin Jasi, 2021. #living #TeachMeTeacher #life #acrosticpoem