Miraquill
I am sorry
I looked at your coffin as it descended down to the earth.
My heart ached with pain as it reminded me of your birth.
Peacefully lying there with a smile on your face
When you were born it was the same.
I felt ashamed of being there
Because I knew that I never deserved it.
I hid behind the tombstones
I wanted to cherish the moment.
To see you one last time
Before you would take a full ride,
My heart broke into pieces remembering all the excuses.
Excuses that I made as reasons to be far away.
I thought I made a mistake.
I thought you were the mistake.
I am sorry for things to turn out this way...
Because as a Father I have failed.
©17musancwadi2003
17musancwadi2003
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You Once Told Me
You once told me you will stay by my side
But all of that was a lie.
You once told me you would protect me
Only to find out later that you would be my enemy.
I trusted your words
I believed your promises
Never knew that they were full of mysteries.
To my eyes they were clear as day
They made me believe that you would stay,
To my dismay,to you it was all just a game.
You once told me things will be okay
But where are you now?
I am drowning in this darkness and decay,
There is no one to pull me out.
Your words have hurt me that I can't trust anymore
Your words have pained me that I can't feel no more.
My soul is shattered,it can never be repaired.
You once told me you will stay by my side
But you left me to die.
©17musancwadi2003 -
17musancwadi2003
35w
Peace
The grass is green
The road is clean.
The trees whisper a song
The birds chirp 'so long'.
Sun shines bright,
Bringing a pure and beautiful light.
The wind calm and accepting,
Is this what peace feels like?
Song of nature humming.
Blue sky brightening and smiling.
Waves of the sea clashing softly
A wonderful hymn calming.
Sparks in the dark
Stars with no lark
Is this what peace feels like?
©17musancwadi2003 -
Holding On
Life is complicated. The choices you make each and everyday shape your reality. Nothing is achieved easily. For you to reach the top you have to start at the bottom. Climbing the hill of success is so difficult that many times you feel like giving up. But giving up is not a choice when you want to live a successful life. Holding on is the choice you have to make because when you are holding on through the difficulty things become easier to achieve. Your mind and body learns to adapt. Hence at the end you are able to achieve your success.
©17musancwadi2003 -
The Rise of the Sun
I was born on the land of great rivers.
I grew up between the roots of salvation
Deep down protected from the rest of the world.
The only light I could see was the dawn of the sun.
The only book I could read was my father's words of wisdom.
Wisdom that made me believe I was a warrior.
But,Oh.Life proved me wrong.
Taught and spit out from my forefathers tongue my hair grew and
so did my thoughts.
My mind wandered endlessly through the roots of salvation.
Over the great rivers into the mountains.
From the mountains to the horizon beyond my imagination.
I never knew my imagination would take me on a journey of redemption.
Crossing the grasslands of where I was born,
Revolution and resistance filled my mind.
Warrior I was turned me into man.
Man that knew nothing of the dangers of the world.
Father's words of wisdom flew west with the wind.
But my mind threaded east
where the sun rose.
©17musancwadi2003 -
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But you will remain stronger and stronger.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But you will remain stronger and stronger
Being strong makes you stand pain
One day you will be stronger than any fighter.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But you will remain stronger and stronger.
Fight and fight,
You will gain your right
To stand tall through fright
Fight and fight,
You will gain your right
To stand tall in might.
Rise and rise,
You will see the light
That sticks and stones strengthen your life.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But you will remain stronger and stronger.
©17musancwadi2003 -
Pureless Heart
During the day as the sun shines bright I smile the brightest to enlighten the hearts of those who are saddened.
Through the rough winds of hatred I stand still and strong to protect those vulnerable to their enemies.
In the rain I open my arms and wings, and embrace those with scars and dark lives to give them the warmth in my heart.
I extend my hands and take hold the hands of those suffering and walk them through the hailstorms they face.
At the end of the day when darkness overshadows the light my wounds open and my scars bleed. But I do not feel the pain as I know I have something to live for. I have a purpose. And that purpose is to be the shield for those who suffer.
©17musancwadi2003 -
17musancwadi2003
45w
Death Covered Me
I was lying down on the floor
Blood dripping from the corner of my mouth
Thinking about my family and friends
Thinking about them talking to me
Warm smiles on their faces never fading
But I guess it was too late.
Wishing I could have ran when I had the chance
But I guess it was my destiny
I thought I could soar high and reach heaven
But instead,death covered me.
My eyes were too blind to see
That I had no friends and no family
Only enemies.
Those I called friends turned up on me
I was really too blind to see
That death covered me
I have a lot of history
But that is a tale for another day.
©17musancwadi2003 -
Memories
The sun was shining bright
I could see the beautiful light.
The stars were dazzling in the night,
Everything felt right.
Smiles were our everyday masks.
To wear them was our everyday task.
No blood shed on the dust
We gave each other trust
Believing it would last.
Time passed and emotions changed.
Eyes opened and revealed what was hidden
The wrong doings and the pain of our sins
It couldn't be changed and it couldn't be unseen.
The euphoric moments we had
Lost in the darkness were dead.
Tears flowed at night in bed
Wishing we cherished what we had.
Trust cost us life
Love cut deep like a knife
Reality hit in hard like a stroke
Memories were lost and that was when we awoke.
©17musancwadi2003 -
17musancwadi2003
45w
Mental Breakdown
Feeling all alone in this cold world
I have no where else to go.
All I see and feel is darkness
My mind is in a whirl.
I try to break free from the devil
But he keeps on pulling me back.
Although I do my best to rebel
Against the evil I lose.
He makes me choose between Life and Death
But he already knows I'll choose his path.
The loneliness drives me crazy that I feel like I am the king of insanity.
There is no one to save me from this pain,I believe it'll last up to infinity.
This mental breakdown is the fall of my walls
A curse put upon my soul to make me fall.
As I fall,hell opens the gates to welcome me to a world gone mad
But,wait...
What is that light up ahead?
©17musancwadi2003
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zenithcherub
45w
Life
Life is not only about where to sleep
What to eat
And
What to wear
Because
life continues even after death
©zenithcherub -
thepoemteller
101w
I am scared
I am scared
I am shattered
I wish
If I could see beyond the smile
If I could reach within the mind
I am scared to peek inside myself
What if I have been dazzled with bright
And past that lies the pitch black dark
What if the thoughts of harm pass across me
And I fail to stop myself from flowing with it
What if I couldn't catch that last ray of hope
I have been telling others to hold on
I am frightened
I am anxious
I wish
If I could just be the same inside out
If I could never know about giving up
I am frightened to hear anymore stories
What if I let myself be the one someday
And reveal the side of me I didn't know
What if my strength just couldn't carry me anymore
And I turned so tired to let everything go
Everything that I am
I am scared
I am terrified
-Kavita Shrestha
©thepoemteller -
Those who doesn't let themself,
dominate the essence of ruth
To defeat their weaknesses,
they are able to growth
©beleza_ -
fellowtraveller
44w
Poetry��
She loved poetry
Often loved to get lost
Between the metaphors & similies
Bred by the bleeding ink of the poets
Often wanted to be cradled by the
Waves of symphony dancing in the verses
That took her to the neverlands, giving her
Frozen promises of happily ever afters..
Her heart yearned for the poet in the mountains
Who was sitting by the campfire, mourning
The death of his beloved..
Her soul danced with joy for the poet who
Was talking to the moon, by the window side
While the glittery mess of starry night winked
Their pretty little eyes, to let the poet see the
Beauty of a lone moon all alone in her throne
Ruling over the panorama of night while humming
A lullaby under her breath for the Sun who returned to his home
Sometimes she find herself
Chocking back her sob for
The lone poet in the rock bed
Who wrote scarlett letters to
His past self whom he lost on the way..
Some nights she wishes to be a poem
An absurd one, with nothing inside
While the scholars across the sea
Would annihilate her, to read btw the lines
May be the poet might be talking
About the unsung providence of the universe!
They would muse, while adjusting their
Old spectacles
Well, jokes on them
The only thing btw the lines
Are the scars that the poet left behind
©fellowtraveller -
themoonandthesun
45w
Read MoreMissed y'all.
I'm back after my tiny break.
Will read y'all soon. I'm out of practice here. So this might not be good. :-[
@miraquill
@writersnetwork
#introduction #wod
Thanks alot @miraquill for EC and @writersnetwork for the kind repost. Love you guys ����.
#amru_wn_repost #amru_ecWhat Am I?
What am I?
Mind. Body. Soul.
Or something in between?
I would rather pass the opportunity
To "define" myself, because I'm many
And nothing at the same time.
Do my country define me? My gender?
My Political choices? My career?
My sex life? My love life?
Or do my failures define me?
Because my achievements don't.
Or is it my lineage, heritage?
My Name that defines me?
"What's in a name?",
Nothing! I would add
Perhaps the identity, is synonymous.
Am I what I see in my mirror?
The broken smile on a plastic face
Or am I what I see in his eyes?
A beauty with bright smile
Am I what I write?
Dark poems of pessimism
That shine a ray of hope in the dark world
The unapologetic diary entries that beg for my apologies
Am I my mum's little angel?
Or the neighbor's nemesis?
The Devil with horns!
I am all these things but nothing at all
A drop in the ocean and the moon in someone's sky
I am what they call the "in-between"
Mind, body and soul
I am, the I!
©themoonandthesun
