Category: Poetry

EVERYDAY…

Everyday, God gives us a reason To come back to Him; For we’re in need of a Saviour Hence call on Him day and night, Everyday we are given a chance To put a smile on someone’s face; For though many put on happy faces, Deep within, they are filled with sadness. Everyday we ought to make right All that…

LEGACY

When our book is opened, we begin to write Doesn’t matter whether we’re wrong or right Its inescapable, whether we’re young or old We all got stories about us that’ll be told So I guess the first thing is to make our writing legible So our life’s writ won’t be considered ineligible Every now and then, we turn over a…

THE PILGRIM (PART THREE)

So I knocked on her pearly gate For the King and I had a date Some call it luck; I call it fate That with the King I drank and ate I’d readied myself to meet Him Or so I thought, till I met Him He was filled with light none could dim He lit up smiles for none was…

THE PILGRIM (PART TWO)

So I set out amidst the gale And staggered as thus I drank ale, And the rains came down with strong hail Thus my countenance became pale. I had nearly lost my Guidebook For the sun hid; her rays it took; Therefore I strained my eyes to look As I searched for it every nook, Along the path, I saw…

Peace

Amongst the stress of this world, there I find you, beneath the rustles of my worries, there I will lie in you nothing more can be compared to your peace, within it all, beneath all the grease, the clumps and static this world brings, forgetting where true peace lies, anxiety-filled to the brink slowly stepping away and realising where peace…

THE PILGRIM (PART ONE)…

I’ve heard the tale of Yonder Land Where air is hale and gold, the sand; ‘Tis said the way to Yonder Land, Be full of dread that minds go bland, For even the brave have lost heart And their courage, torn apart; But ’tis also said of a part Of men who though, they having warts, Reached the Land and…

GROWING UP

Growing up was fun When all we did was rhyme Play, play, and sing songs Not minding time pass by While we watched our planes Fly high high up the sky Or our kites being flown Kissing the sun in sight The ground our canvas Where beauty was expressed Our pretty drawings Imprinted from great minds With nature’s stencil And…

ME,  MYSELF AND I

I have my own trinity That I worship so highly I put on my royal robe Sit and stare at my own globe But I am a king of me Strange to think; ‘how can this be’? In my Kingdom there exists Populace of three subjects Namely: me, myself, and I But each wants to be on high And then…

What’s marvellous to me?

Marvellous, not always something we use to describe things. We probably use the words, good, great, amazing. But not really marvellous. Maybe because it’s old-fashioned, I’m not too sure. Poem As years pass by, We grow we age, Discovering new lessons, The tolls and aches, They bring to mould us And of course, we do break But it’s rising up…

Words

WORDS Are words mere words? Or loud whispers? Our innermost contemplations? And echoes of our hearts? But words have meaning Or at least they ought to have; Words can bring sorrows or joy They bear on their wings: tears or smiles, For by the word of a man Wars have been fought; By his utterance Love also found a place…