I crave it.I crave the essence of lifeto be drained from me,and to let it pourinto my poems.To make the readerssense the raw forceof a soul;to let this world hearthe pure voice of existence, of life;to have my wordsweave into their bones,and settle in their marrow.I crave it!Even if it consumes me.Even if it consumes […]
SOMETIMES Sometimes it’s better to be alone, No music, no poetry to fill the space. No boyfriend or girlfriend by my side, No videos, no movies to distract my mind. Just me, with my wild thoughts and swirling emotions, They often serve me better than anything else. Sometimes it’s better to be alone, No wine,
A poem about a Ninja dog that does the unexpected. The Ninja Dog A dog that climbs up walls with stealthy grace, And walks on wheels with balance, poise, and skill. A marvel to behold, it wins the race, Defying norms with sheer, unyielding will. It leaps through hoops and bounds with agile might, Opens
Mesmerize your senses with a spoken word poetry about a rabbit eating strawberries. STRAWBERRIES In fields where morning light begins to gleam,A rabbit nibbles strawberries with delight.Beside him, like a vision from a dream,A cream-colored duckling joins the sight. The rabbit’s fur is soft, its eyes aglow,As it indulges in the berries sweet.The duckling, curious,
I long to be the umbrella that shields you from life’s storms, yet I fear that, like an umbrella when the rain stops, you’ll set me aside once the skies are bright again.
A poem of unity with nature in Chirundu, Zimbabwe, where elephants live with people in harmony. Our Home, Our Africa Some call it Africa, we call it HOME,A land where the sun’s golden rays warmly comb,Through verdant valleys and majestic hills,Where life’s raw beauty our hearts gently fills. In Chirundu, where Zimbabwe’s spirit thrives,Elephants and
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Keep going to grow or reach somewhere. it’s been a meandering roadmany dead ends unexpectedwith dark lonely stretchesyet forward ever I movedknowing as I doto linger too long on the sidemeans getting nowhere but it’s okay to hitchhikefrom time to timeif only for a short distancekeep going! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @ Kelvin Jasi, 14 April
In my childhood lens, my parents were my gods,Creators, towering above, their light a sign.The omniscient beings, knowing all in their words,Their wisdom a beacon, across life’s span.Yet as time went by, their humanity came into sight,Imperfections revealed, casting a new definition.No longer untouchable, they bore scars unseen,Survivors of their own battles, resilient and capable.In
LITTLE BRIGHT WINGS Lovely little bright wings,I have lived many lives,To follow the floating spheres. It is said and I believe,A place is only as fairAs the hearts dwelling in it. I have suffered enough painNot to trust the shining blaze,For where flickers a lightFades a warm remembrance. Lovely little bright wingsYou are my destiny.
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An acrostic poem for Bafana Bafana (South Africa). BAFANA BAFANA B oundless on the field, they play with might,A iming for victory, in the football’s light.F ierce and determined, a spirited show,A frican pride in every goal they bestow.N ever yielding, they fight for the win,A dorned with skill, a dance to begin. B old
