Poetry

Does friendship decline into an exhaustive test,within these rigid structures, threads that bind?Must I comply with your specified time,and echo thoughts that you accept? Why must these bars limit my range of vision?What kind of connection has become stale?Change, anxiety, and rehearsed wordsDoes my attention serve your flimsy story? Unchain me from these societal norms;I […]

“Fake Life” is a poem about socialites who live in debt just to impress their followers. FAKE LIFE In a digital realm where facades abound,A tale of faking life, where truth is drowned,Through social media’s glimmering haze,A story unfolds, a modern-day craze. Borrowing money, chasing empty dreams,Drowning in debts, where nothing is as it seems,To

Poem about plagiarism. We don’t fear plagiarism They can take our ideas,And our hard-earned labor,But they cannot take awayOur talent and skill. Our skill and knowledge,Are not easily taken,It’s our own to keep,It’s not for the taking. We may not own the project,That we worked so hard on,But no one can take awayWhat we have

This is a poem about a woman who is lamenting about swelling breasts and no one to feed her milk because her twin infants died shortly after birth. The story was shared by John M Phiri. I’m truly sorry for your unimaginable loss. It takes great strength to face such pain. Here’s a poem that acknowledges your grief

‘In the Hearts of Zimbabwe’ is a poem about the recent announcement of the election date by the Zimbabwean president, H.E President E.D Mnangagwa. The poem speaks to the hope and optimism of the Zimbabwean people in the face of long-standing political and economic struggles. It speaks to the resilience of the Zimbabwean people, and

Apologies to fans for not uploading an episode during a three-day power outage in my neighborhood caused by stolen electric lines. SORRY FOR NOT POSTING I am sorry for not posting other episodes yesterday,I had no electricity in the fray.It left me in the dark without a light,My ideas and plans were out of sight. No

SHE’S A SEX ADDICT She’s a sex addict,A desire that’s never quite quenched,She’s always looking for another tryst,An appetite that’s never quite drenched.Her heart is a raging fire,The flames so hot and intense,Her desires so deep and dire,That nothing can ever make sense.She’s searching for her next fix,A craving that’s never quite sated,The thought of

5 AM WRITERS CLUB Huddled with a cup of coffee,We seek solace in the night.Our minds are full of stories,Ready to come alive.We are the 5 AM writers club,Filling pages with words.We come as strangers,But leave as family.We create our own world,Each one with a different view.An escape from our daily lives,In this place, anything

5 AM WRITING 5 am writing,the birds are singing,the sun is about to rise,the darkness fading away.The thoughts are flowing,my pen is going,my words are coming alive,I’m finally awake.The ideas are fresh,my focus is sharp,I’m ready to take on the day,it’s a new dawning.I’m feeling inspired,my motivation never expires,I’m feeling alive,I’m feeling great.This is what

LETTER TO EX I still remember the day you said goodbyeThe way you looked as you waved goodbyeThe way your face showed no emotionAnd the way you left without a tear in your eyeI still remember the words you saidThe way you said you needed spaceThe way you said there was nothing leftAnd the way