Tag: narrative poetry

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.… Continue reading The Rain Returns All

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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… Continue reading What Poets Gained From Writing Poems.

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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.… Continue reading Little Excuses and Morning Rain

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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

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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… Continue reading Night Is Getting Married

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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… Continue reading My Tiger Stripes By Njabulo N.

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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… Continue reading Quotes: Love Vs Hate

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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… Continue reading The Wind Cheers

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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

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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… Continue reading Lightning Strikes by Arunav Barua

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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

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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… Continue reading Sweet Lemons by Njabulo N.

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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

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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… Continue reading Imageries Of The Fireside

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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… Continue reading Beautiful Blossoms

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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… Continue reading I Heard The Waterfalls Sing

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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… Continue reading Serenity Is Vitality

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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,… Continue reading Pause: Listen and Watch

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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… Continue reading Folklore: The Shed of Trees Is Our Home

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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… Continue reading Morning

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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… Continue reading Sunrise – Nature’s Painting

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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… Continue reading Let It Shine

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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… Continue reading Dance With The Wind

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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… Continue reading Poem: The Brook

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