Hello people who are actually paying attention to my series,
I’m continuing with another African poem. This one is a sad one by Gbanabom Hallowell which tells the story of the eleven year old Sierra-Leonean war. Get yourself some tissues before reading because if you actually read it with your imaginative mind, you might cry. Continue reading “School Poetry-3: DINING TABLE By Gbanabom Hallowell”
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.
If you love sarcasm, here’s one for you… Continue reading “School Poetry-2: NO COFFIN NO GRAVE By Jared Angira”
Hey wonderful peepz,
Today, I’m starting a series! Can I hear an Amen? Anyhoo, I’m going to be sharing with all of you amazing people some poems I studied in school. Yes? Just because I miss school. Okay so they’re mostly English and African poems. I hope you like this. Continue reading “Poetry in school: CROSSING THE BAR By Alfred Lord Tennyson”
Do you feel like you’re just sailing through life?
Like you’re just another misplaced soul walking the surface of the earth
And you don’t even take note of the days of the week
Like you’re just on a raft floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean with your sunglasses on Continue reading “Sailing through [Poem]”
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
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, 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. -_-