After the war perhaps I’ll sit againOut on the terrace where I sat with you,And see the changeless sky and hills beat blueAnd live an afternoon of summer through.
Category: rhyme
Sounds of Rain
Rooftops flyCurtains sailSounds of rain
A Shepherd’s Grin
Dear friends, this little piece below is an invitation to smile. No matter what you are passing through, smile. I have won angry or unhappy hearts with a smile; we can win anything with it! A cold twilight of sortLost in quick thoughtsWhen black clouds sailAway with the day’s memoriesThe crickets and owls,Galaxies and moonshine,All… Continue reading A Shepherd’s Grin
The Spider’s Tale and Song
The Spider’s Tale Childhood classes taught a lesson on perseverance and diligence. This was a lesson that featured the little spider who never gave up and the overthrown king who learned to be resilient. I’ll retell the tale in simple words. Once there was a king who was ousted by his brother. He sat in… Continue reading The Spider’s Tale and Song
August
august is a beauty, an aura and energy like a robust apple on the calm sun ripe august is a feeling, craving for winning past songs, no regrets the verge of an onset
Rhyme: Play or Labour
Make Hay While It Shines I’ve written this short rhyme for kids and teens. It came to me when I remembered the story I read as a school kid—the tale of lazy hoppers and busy ants. The ants were seen as losers because they had no time for frivolities. Indeed, the ant clan spent most… Continue reading Rhyme: Play or Labour
Love Poem: Remind Me Again
Why Not Love? Do I need to be in love with someone to write about love? The answer is no! As mentioned earlier in a blog post, I always write about love because of the natural and phenomenal beauty I observe. I’ve trained my mind to see the beauty in everything and anything. Consequently, I… Continue reading Love Poem: Remind Me Again
Hometown by Peniel Gifted
That magnificent city Built beautifully Its walls painted in great colours Furnished with happy diamonds Its streets with the unceasing glitters. My hometown The city of the two great hills The city where I feel the cool breeze of nativity Beholding the swaying tulips and smiling sun The love of nature, giving me the mild… Continue reading Hometown by Peniel Gifted
Poem: Sail away
Evening skies – sparkle of gold, Brewing mills across the clouds, While it may sail to faraway lands
The Winds Asunder
Dark clouds slowly grow and gather, The fast wind starts her grim asunder, Along her path, she flung away things; rooftops and paper So that unhappy owners may come looking for them later
August Poem
August is a beautiful month and my month of birth. In seven days time I’ll be a year older. Have a beautiful month!
Poets Corner: Why is Poetry Less Popular?
HOW I CAME TO LOVE POETRY As an introverted teen, I found solace in writing. All my thought was written in the form of poetry. I also wrote poetry for my faculty and student magazines. Fast forward to many years, and I submitted my first story and poetry to two different competitions. I didn’t make… Continue reading Poets Corner: Why is Poetry Less Popular?
When Waterfalls sing
I told trees of your songs and they are jealous, When you drop, birds and the wild stop to listen, To hear you sing a melody from the long fall And watch you wash your garment on the rush below
The Day May End But Not Our Love
Look into my eyes And see how special you are Feel my heart jump with joy That is because you are here Let’s watch the setting sun Let’s admire her jealous laughter, With a kiss she says a goodbye The day may end but not our love For everyone who loves genuinely. Love your neighbor… Continue reading The Day May End But Not Our Love
Imagining Love
Imagine riding a horse into sunset Or sitting with kids to hear rare stories Or listening to country late into the night Or picking beautiful flowers & berries, With the one you truly love… Start a blog here.
What I think of Poverty (Poetry)
What if I told you a poem of poverty Will you wave it off and call me silly? I will tell you what I think Why communities continue to sink, School children trek miles to get a bus Their worn-out shoes make it worse, Bright girls will deliberately miss school Sanitary pads their excuse, without… Continue reading What I think of Poverty (Poetry)
Night rain
Now it rains heavily with thunder, And with cold, her breezy messenger, I watch the rain fall from my window, Fast, soft drops crash into glass panes This heavy rain ploughed, and sow, Her lullabic seeds across my land, Soft, sweet breezes reign with her Battling a stranger for his umbrella, In pitch darkness cover,… Continue reading Night rain
Draw the Sun
Draw the golden sun, let it shine on dreams, Trust little beginnings, hope for the best, Reach for the stars, live this colorful dream Start you blog today.
