Poems"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson.
Rhythm, rhyme, sound, words, and meaning - poetry brings all of these together to invoke your imagination. An ancient form that has existed for longer than the written language, poetry - in its varied forms - has something for everyone. In this section, we bring you the myriad colors and shades of this beautiful literary form.
The Best Gift
I wrote this two days ago after watching my father pass away. For Father's Day.
Sometimes we forget how to communicate. It's always better to talk.
Changes, individuality, standing up, and graceful leaving.
When I Smile...
These are reasons behind my smile...
Ultimate Revision Roast
Title says it all.
To my Road Tracker
To track my way to Heaven, Jesus is the surest Road tracker.
A Remnant People
This is a poem I recently composed for church-related purposes. Please read and comment.
How Big is Your God?
My God is immeasurable, invincible; the Ancient of days.
Think Of You Still
A true love never dies.
My love for poetry!
Plug Into Your Life!
Mind freeing poem.
Not Even in a Second
Preparing hearts towards the imminent rapture...
No one, not even me but God alone shall close the holes in your heart ANNA.
A portent of Death!
I Can't Get Over You
Reflections of a broken heart.
A very passionate love poem.
She Dances For Me
Sometimes someone comes along who just clicks into place...
Behind Closed Doors
What happens behind closed doors?
Massacre at Redburn Culvert
A sport? Not to the dead.
Does It Matter Now!
Nothing matters now.
On the Train this Morning
Romantic train journey.
Wilderness Of Cold
A missed opportunity.
You Can Never Run
The things we do will always follow us.
Emotion of Mine
This poem is dedicated to my Cousin Josephine Akulang Abalang.
Victim of the Apocalypse
In the wake of today's events in Brussels, this poem is dedicated to all the innocent victims of a war which seems to be ever increasingly beyond our control.