DREAM FOR SALE
by Isunge Mwangase
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
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
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.
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.
Silence and I by Muki Ewvoyum is good. I love the flow and the rhymes… Keep it gal!