Not so long ago, I was a small child.I looked up to you, I tagged along.Not too long ago, I was a little girl.And I cried daily over matters of no weight.Yet, you never showed me your tears,Whether you cried in litres, jugs or tanks.Mama, you placed me before your needs.You never told me toContinue reading “Mama, You Never Taught Me To Love Myself”
Category Archives: Life as a poem
Impure
Filth… The gown that trails behind her feet.As she walks, through the bushes; clean and neat.She tints the pearls on the paths, the warning birds tweet.The city awakes, windows open… Oh here comes the fleet.The aerodrones circle around her like a thief. It’s so unfair… This is so unfair!Say the cleaners as to the binsContinue reading “Impure”
Yes, We Are Broken
They said that in the mind of every poet,There lies depression, brokenThey said maybe love never felt or a love despised.That these weavers of words are shattered wares.Maybe neglected wives or dishonored husbands. They say that behind every great writer..Is a broken past, a trail of pain.They said writers are lonely and introvertedThat our onlyContinue reading “Yes, We Are Broken”
Reblog: At The Edge of Life, I find You. — Classic Generation©
At the very edge of life, And it’s always near, Our Hearts look for solace. For its always clear, That with all the burgage we bear We are not at Peace. Can never find it. Not even with meditation No, not even within. Within us lives nothing, Maybe wishes And turmoil. O! Lord, We don’t […]Continue reading “Reblog: At The Edge of Life, I find You. — Classic Generation©”
The Heroes of the Kingdom
The heroes of the kingdom,Seekers of peace and happy living.The fighters of freedom…Bleeding red and white for the beauty of the kingdom. The heroes serve the king,Seated high and mighty on his molten gold.He kills and fills and feels.And he wants more of the molten goldSo he sinks and drowns and drinks.Then he sends theContinue reading “The Heroes of the Kingdom”
The Writing On The Wall
This is a beautiful poem friends, by David Redpath. Please visit hi site for more. Can you hear a whisper in the air with that certain scent the serene accent of a reality much higher? Like the clockwork of a Wagnerian concert upon a flow of celestial poetry Do you have an ear to hear?Continue reading “The Writing On The Wall”
Success Equals Battles
From the beauty of the petals, To the sweet glowing green. Then the stalk that channels life… Comes the thorns that pierce. To survive the thorns, To get to the roots, The source of life… To get the purpose… We live to produce our kind. When you get more seeds from life, And you scatterContinue reading “Success Equals Battles”
A Pic of the Peak
My Tuk Tuk Ride
This is my ride home,It stumbles and wobbles on three feet.Yet the rider decided to take the narrow road.Yesterday, it rolled while ferrying my granny.And her skirts rolled up to her waist. This is my ride home,I heat they imported it from abroadBut the rider next to me won’t let my breasts rest.His elbows poundContinue reading “My Tuk Tuk Ride”
Reblog: May the Depth of Our Song Be Remembered
May the depth of our song be remembered, as releasing the wings of our spirits while feathers in the wind recall cloud songs, the Earth still mourns for her people, yet the sky whispers for a new day, to awaken. Poetry Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed, music by Mary Youngblood May the Depth of OurContinue reading “Reblog: May the Depth of Our Song Be Remembered”
