Poetry

Johnson Sakaja

Let Me Cry

Doors to earth now closed Locked, and heart somewhere cold To pluck our eyes a black rose And tears gathering moss. We saddened to write it short, and long For

Dj Moz

I Long For You

I sang in pitched voices for you My vocal chords bracing the wear ‘We’ danced in the rain But only I, got wet I wished to buy you the world

Teule Children's Home

I’m In Love With A Muslim Girl

In Love with a Muslim Girl As inspired by @Najma_Writes I alight this Poetic Boeing jet in heartfelt style Quick, time guarding, to untie my first luggage Of a love

The President's Laugh: Uhuru Muigai Kenyatta laughing

I Was Not Born A Gentleman

I was not born a gentleman Nor was I trained to be one I was not apprenticed a warrior To defend the queen in times of fear I was simply

I Am Purposed

Am tiny Yes,  a bead lost into the oblivion I am a fragment One soaked in black tar and difficult to trace I am a broken shell with serrated sides

What Would You Choose?

I thought I was worthless Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers And no more did negative notes scribble my pad I

Pride

Does putting your feet in water And flapping your limbs in the shallow end Make you an expert swimmer? Does masking your photo with word art And applying numerous filters

It is Not About Them

Beauty is not in the eyes of a beholder It is simply on the subject Beauty is not relative But it’s opinion is relative to the subject An eye sees

I Cannot Be You

I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique

If Jesus Be The Center

If Jesus be my center Then I worry not of my dark corners If He be my core My squeaky un-greased parts bother me not If He be my cornerstone

My Love, Let’s Be Real

My love I will not run miles for you Neither will I trudge rocky hills for you I cannot promise the constant supply Neither the harsh struggle and the sigh

Reminiscent

Chilly height Mindful sight A worker walks home A watchman so lone Stray dogs yowl As whores present their bowls Chilly wee But sweet as releasing a pee Lights in