Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: narrative poetry

  • Poem: He

    Free as the wind was heWith eyes glowing wild as tanCarved on steady rocks, his path,Submitting to nature, his passion To him walls are barriers,But fearless, he frolics aboutWading through life’s tideLike a lonely cloud, wandering,Heed to nature, his precious being

  • Morning Wind

    Morning wind, crisp smell, Moist dew, sunrise, lovely land Take it all in and live in it, Inhale deeply before it’s gone

  • Love Poem: I listen

    A host of shrieking crickets A plethora of frogs abundant And birds of vocal strength Perform a chorus tonight, Wistful, thaw rhythms soft Saved for a dull night For two gentle hearts In natural silence rest I listen to your heartbeat On my embrace, this night

  • The Rain Returns All

    Poets as Lovers I assume all poets are lovers. So every poet love can be compared to a hysterical character. I put it thus: a poet’s love is like a crescendo, other times it goes decrescendo or fairly in between. It may be lenient, sometimes it’s wild! So pay attention to your impressions, my friends.…

  • What Poets Gained From Writing Poems.

    Poetry Poetry is a composition in verse or language exhibiting conscious attention to patterns. The bolded are crucial to understanding the true nature of poems. Poetry has been in existence for centuries. As an art that survived centuries, I was curious to discover why lyrics are written for so long. And to those who write…

  • Little Excuses and Morning Rain

    Little Excuses Laziness and procrastination, two nasty brothers always look for excuses. It’s raining cats and dogs out there and the day just turned dark. Initially, I was like ‘ah, there’s a storm out there, thus I need a little nap’, but I know better. This morning rain won’t cheat me out of being productive.…

  • Little Thoughts

    silent thoughts on a quiet twilight of trodden paths, and marks left memories sport, cuddles soft, starry nights you and I – a team, lovebirds, to our silence listen, sounds only known to two cheerful hearts, the verge and onset

  • Quote on Love

    True love is an honour, not everyone has got one.

  • Sounds (Of Water)

    Poetry may come in form of flowing water, That tells of no serious thing in particular; But about the few that wash others’ feet And the wild that calls the forest home, It chats of fauns that hide in crevices Where waterfalls are happy to fall in currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and slow rivers,…

  • Love Poem: She

    she wears pleasant flowersand bakes cakes of fine flourwhen she sings in the morningmy heart dance with her song

  • Night Is Getting Married

    The wind plays with my humble village When creatures of day crawl back home, The imminent storm tells no one of his arrival Young goats call to their mothers, And crying babies listen to the whine The barn is quiet but for the noisy wind The windows shake and rooftops dance Clouds are dark, no…

  • Quote on Perseverance

    Remember, people, the universe; everyone is waiting to applaud you. Stay focused on your dreams.

  • Go With The Wind

    Go where the wind goes, where sunset is gold, where hills, rise and fall and discover the world.

  • My Tiger Stripes By Njabulo N.

    Self-Esteem In a world full of racism, competition, and all manner of vices, I chose to care less about people’s opinions of me. Hence I wouldn’t let those take all of my attention. I don’t have the time to worry about what others say in regards to my race, complexion, height, or status. I won’t…

  • Quotes: Love Vs Hate

    Hate destroys the very structure of the personality of the hater… When you start hating anybody, it destroys the very centre of your creative response to life and the universe; so love everybody. Martin Luther King Jr Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. Henry Emerson We…

  • Muse: Moment Of Affection

    I fall each time I stare into your eyes, Your loving smiles are like daybreak It provides strength to a weary heart, So I cherish every moment of affection

  • Love Song

    I knew to love because of you Hold my hands, dear aficionado, let’s watch the shining stars drift Upon this lovely moonlight, this will remain our favourite moment

  • The Wind Cheers

    The Wind Cheers the wind cheers for meit dubs me great names,gives an account of tales,I missed in my absenceand let me dance with her airs.out in the tranquil forestwhere all elegant things roam,where all beautiful birds sing,and where memories encounterthe ancient, undulating altitudes,sits Ovim, my darling land!the land of bravery,the land of my father,and…

  • Three Brothers

    three lush brothers, firm upon torn boulders, wistful blue skies flying clouds sigh, tentacles as palms day made to warm these green brothers, yokes of sweet nectar, golden sunshine blotched lines, spiky front as arms familiar to harm

  • Lightning Strikes by Arunav Barua

    The Earth was turbulent, primeval turmoilThe passions expressed, boiling, hot oilHistory has her reasons for staying hiddenThe answers she holds to lands forbidden Mankind was a happy accident, mere fateBillions of years after the Earth’s, little lateGive or take a century, the legend remainsBut history cannot wipe away all the stains The Earth belonged to…

  • Quote on Love

    A person with compassion prefers peace because violence does not stand a chance. Love perseveres; love is not proud. Kindness is one of the highest forms of love.

  • Muse: Time

    Smiles bring back what belongs to the cheerful shepherd, The evening is her favourite moment when daylight fade

  • Footprints

    Footprints print quiet images On soft sands where immaculate is white Images are sometimes blurred And other times widespread Grains of sand ingrained on tracks Distort a dent on the regular sand A track to memory and sands of time

  • Beauty by Mike Noxaura

    A baby cooing A star is going nova The smile of a bride The blush of a teenage boy The laughter, unafraid of a grandma The solid advice of a grandpa The wind in the trees A tiger on the hunt The smell of sage and sweetgrass burning in a sweat lodge The peyote and…

  • Green Shade

    Greenlight Perfect shade When trees Serve as citadels On rough days

  • Sweet Lemons by Njabulo N.

    Twists You may agree that lemons are not as sweet as they look. Some of the species are not just sour but bitter. When life gave us lemons, we learned to make lemonade and every poet knows how to paint this well. Enjoy this piece straight from eSwatini. Sweet Lemons I wish I could use…

  • Daylight Aura

    daylight aura keen tantrums distant flyers the sky is alive with joy a positive bird moment where singing greet the blue skies, bright days wed birds and firmaments and a pleasant symphony waits for all this morn of frolic & awed spectators

  • Imageries Of The Fireside

    I love how the fire gives rise to dancing things; Flickering fire tongues lick the wood that sits astride, The odd form of musketeers and brave swordsmen Of likenesses behind the light walls, we watch plays Fierce kingdoms, which I may liken to Camelot With her chariots riding off to skirmish, Dire wolves in the…

  • Cold Night

    The cold night is no man’s friend we are taught, But lovely are impressions of fireflies and stars drifting about And with this quiet time, an extremely pleasant twilight

  • Lullaby: Night Rain

    Light rain, mild breeze, magnificent shower, Like the faint drums that usher in the noble, Faded lightning, a plethora of tiny drops Those that drench the backyard every night

  • Beautiful Blossoms

    Beautiful August my favorite aura Large fruit trees blossoming around the countryside form a flower shelter, which also provides a spectacular view. The rains had gone for a break, stream and river levels recede. It’s August break. I noticed this morning, the petals were on the verge of blossoming. Now I must wait for handsome…

  • Morning Muse: Rising Sun

    The waking sun that comes every morning, shining upon the land where flowers bloom and food is harvested in its season, the air that we breathe in every moment embraces without a desire for anything in return. This is the love we are constantly receiving – love that never changes.

  • I Heard The Waterfalls Sing

    I heard the garrulous waterfalls sing once, Drowning the noise of the forest in its wake She cascades down, drawing curtains of white waters, Pitching shadows behind the rocks that let it form I have seen the streams divide into two or three files, Each guarding its way through shiny stones and rocks, Creating a…

  • 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

  • Muse: Little Dancer

    Spread your palms, take my hands, Let’s break out from the circle, Hover about, see the morning smile, Tonight you will be my little dancer

  • Windy Music

    There uphill, music from the wind Arrive upon paths walked by the kind It’s a hymn for the simple-minded Piped in the day and late in the night The whistling wind conducts, From uphill the melody went Wandering with a rhythm so soft That the wild is attentive to it The dusk breeze is a…

  • ShepherdLore: Music of Nature

    Tree roots are favorite chairs, the velvety mushrooms cushions, My thoughts drown in the music of nature, the sheep and birds

  • Serenity Is Vitality

    Serenity Is Vitality Not everybody appreciates a loud and garrulous setting. Let’s assume that people are apples. Accordingly, we come in different hues and sizes and so do our likes and dislikes. The differences become the leverage, our various flavours and uniqueness. I adore relaxed and silent settings, especially the beautiful countryside. It’s strange to…

  • Pause: Listen and Watch

    Pause Listen Sometimes the wind speaks, The birds sing as they fly, And the rivers throw up sounds Insects display incessant zithering, Rainfall is the beat of the rooftop, And woodpecker’s pecking is a rhythm Pause Watch Sometimes trees draw with dropping leaves, The sands are her drawing board, The crickets burrow on the sand,…

  • Folklore: The Shed of Trees Is Our Home

    The shed of trees is our playful home It’s where we learn to sing and dance, Under it, we wait for the moonlight, It’s a citadel when we play our games, Limbs we cling to, to mock the monkeys, It’s the grand shanty where father’s tales are told, The onset and climax of night where…

  • Morning

    Cruise Sometimes I get jealous of the free birds and butterflies. No one ever traveled like them. When the bird’s tweet they tell mighty stories of places man has never seen. There’s a particular family here, they sing all day. I keep marveling at what they are saying. One with the loudest voice repeats an…

  • Sunrise – Nature’s Painting

    Magical Moment You will agree that sunrise is a beautiful and magical moment. The glamour and attraction are practically indescribable. Moreover, I reckon that sunrise is a therapeutic time. Sunrise signifies a new beginning, a fresh start, or hope. Sunrise I glimpse at the rising sun far away, It paints this reserved country gold, Glittering…

  • Let It Shine

    If we let our light shine we are unconsciously permitting others to do the same Light Someone’s World How can we make our lights shine? When our deeds or words light the heart of someone. Let’s explain this with an example: a dark room represents gloom and sadness, and so does anyone who happens to…

  • Dance With The Wind

    Won’t you like to dance as the tree leaves do when the wind drifts past? Don’t be shy, let burden, toss your hands in the sky, and have some fun Tree leaves sail on the wingless breeze They swerve and scatter at the winds bidding Birds are amused at the strange flyers Who had neither…

  • Poem: The Brook

    Pollution to the Human Mind I do think that living in large towns for a long time can constitute pollution to the simple human mind. Each time I return to the countryside, I feel a mix of vibrant and enthusiastic energy. Living in dry cities drains me fast. I could try to live in one…

  • Muse: When Love Excites

    Nothing excites further,Nothing reveals true loveAs fresh tender blossoms,Beneath these ancient palmsWhere this tryst we make,To renew love once again Enjoy this classic from Shayne Ward

  • Muse: Dance For Me

    Dance for me, dear child, Twist and turn, hold my hand, Make a loop, see stars spin around And let’s wish this bliss lasts forever Image from Masaka kids

  • Quote: Light

    The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it

  • Shepherd Lore: Weekend

    Soft wind, herald of nightfall, darkness draws near, While happy sheep enjoy the fast surge of the evening tide The week ends today, but beers wait for herders at the inn

  • Wade

    I wade through this slow current,Touch of loose sand on my feet,And many songs of the wild forestDrop lyrics that get me elate