Pink or Blue poem by Hollie McNish 



School Poetry-2: NO COFFIN NO GRAVE By Jared Angira

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Hello poetry lovers!

So today I’m continuing my series. Yeah, the one where I share with you poems I studied in school, remember? No?

Okay today’s poem is an African poem! This was written by Jared Angira from Kenya. I honestly like this poem a lot because it literally pours out the frustrations of the African youth against corrupt politicians. If you don’t live in a continent flooded with bad leadership I doubt you’ll understand. Oh yeah, America can relate.

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Haikus against Racism

I saw this first on Em‘s blog. Gracie, a fellow blogger, came up with this brilliant idea.She wants bloggers to compose haikus to campaign against racism. A haiku is a short three line poem with 5 syllables in the first as well as last lines and 7 syllables in the second line. Here’s mine and I entreat you to get involved too. 🙂

The colour of skin

Should not be the cause of war

Rather, of peace and joy

If I give you it all

This ended because I didn’t try

I was too scared to give you all of me

I can’t even trust myself, you see?

So I can’t just let us be

When I’m too scared of me


I couldn’t think of a title to give this. Any suggestion will be nice. I hope you like it and have a good day.

Fine anxiety

Fine, I’ll just walk away and pretend it never happened

Like I always do

I’ll just pretend that I haven’t spent days rehearsing to say hi

Like what I feel is not true

I’ll just will my head to stay focused on what’s much important

Like that’s not you

Maybe the tears in my eyes are washing for me a new beginning

Maybe the anxiety in my head will end with this writing

And then I wouldn’t be scared

And, yes, I’ll overcome this fear

I will talk to you

I wouldn’t walk away

When I’m so close to you

I wouldn’t run out of things to say

When I look at you

Oh yes, maybe one day I’ll say hello too

Because for someone with my anxiety

That’s the most I can do.

This is the second poem on my blog . I decided to do this after reading a response by flawed silence to an instagram tag. I was supposed to begin my poem with her last word ‘fine’. I hope you like it. And please it’s not based on a real experience. -_-