Poetry
Who are you
I wrote this poem to celebrate everyone who reads it as we are all writers of some sort. Whether you are a renowned author, a stay home at mum, entrepreneur, student etc, everybody writes. We Read more…
Poetry
TIME
Tick says the clock, the unending voice of time it’s train, trudging on Never waiting, never stopping. I am Time Nothing mortal has been able to stop me. Nothing mortal will ever do. Till the Read more…
Poetry
Memorable thoughts of the cheated lover
Memorable thoughts You were the cloud that brought my rain You made my garden blossom Roses of joy sprouted Violets of enchanting peace throve. I fought wars for you I wrestled demons for you I Read more…
Poetry
You have come too far don’t turn back
I have come too far, I can’t stop. My destination is at hand, I must not go back to the lost Eden. You have come too far, You must not stop. Too much has been Read more…
Poetry
Too shocked to move.
I’m not angry. I’m not bitter. I’m in that mood. Too shocked to be moved. My emotions are alarmed. My thoughts are racing. Un-guarded utterances have hit me. Too shocked to be moved. Then I Read more…
Poetry
The poetry in paradoxical thoughts
The Poetry in paradoxical thoughts. A wise man said: Some are so rich all they have is money. And I say : Some as so poor all they have is misery. Which is better? Poverty Read more…
Poetry
My Desire
I had a desire. Deeper than the deepest ocean. Higher than the highest mountain. So high, so deep, it makes me ache. I had a desire, So near, yet so far. So far, yet so Read more…
Poetry
WHY A MAN’S SOUL IS SAD.
My soul is sad. I have seen lives swallowed by spells from stone hedges. This makes souls that ought to live, die. Those who ought to die, live. I lie down, my soul desires to Read more…
Poetry
THE OLYMPICS OF SCARS
To What do I liken the Olympics of scars, Daily game written by the scribes of life. Where everyone wins or whines. A goat beget a kid. Happy and prancing on the hills, A day Read more…
Poetry
SEEING, WHEN YOU CANT SEE
I watched his persistence . Oh his knuckles, a firmer grip I see. The demons of inconvenience, their witchcraft’s initiated. The smooth roads rough and dusty they became. How does a man see when he Read more…