Friday, March 29, 2024

Poems of the Week

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DREAM FOR SALE

by Isunge Mwangase

isunge

Let’s trade dreams,
I know I’ll dream of her-
I don’t want to anymore,
My heart bled her last drop.

Tis not the same dream I dream,
Every night my dream continues,
From where it left off last I slept.

I know it sounds fantastic,
But it is not at all-
Though at first I found it pleasant,
I live dreaming and die living.

In my dreams, we’re now old-
Three children, seven grandchildren-
Our house is on a sea shore.
Our home is a fruit of love.

When I wake though, we are not.
The hands of time hold us apart,
But why then do I dream,
If my soul towards her
Forms not a bridge?

BROKEN..

by Laura Lish Harrison
lara

Do u hear that cry
a cry of anguish
Of hurt
Of pain

Ripping my heart,
Tearing my flesh
Exposing my insides

Like a lone woof
Howling at the moonlight
Screaming out its sadness

The sheer pain in my heart
Would kill a dozen
Yet…..what does that mean????

Am I stronger than a dozen?
Is it possible that I can get through this????

Will I live to smile again?
To laugh again?
To love again maybe……???

No answer…..
Silence……

SILENCE AND I

by Muki Ewvoyum

muki

Silence and I have always been good
friends, always walked hand in hand
and together we stood and lived a life
misunderstood.
Silence and I, so close like
a priest and his cross. Silence and I
how we enjoy each other’s company even
when we have company. My
attachment to Silence, some say is a form of
defense, I say, no need to take offence, it
really is no pretense.
Silence wiped away my tears
When I cried because someone close
to me had died. Silence let me enjoy a
meal without telling anyone they could
have a steal. Silence allowed me the room
to vent even during lent when I had given
up chocolate.
Silence allowed me to ignore
calls that would only annoy and deprive
me of my joy. In silence, I find
serenity, sanity, clarity, reality, freedom
from gluttony, protection from atrophy.
Valiantly silence shields me from the
depravity of a world filled with
agony and drenched in tragedy.
Silence and I, call it Fantasy but we will continue to live
together Happily.

2 COMMENTS

  1. Some phrase are stolen online. Not impressively so far what I have read more creativity is need stop copying from old poems too much be more yourself.

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