Tag: Poetry
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Waiting, watching
This is a bus that goes to a city I once lived inA long time agoSeeing passengers getting ready to board itBrings back many memoriesMemories of hopes that never materializedAnd the blessings in disguise I now realizeNot many detours in life will be understoodThe bus leaves, I stare at the inscription behind itI imagine the…
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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I see the cracks
“I’ve missed my dad”She whispersI can’t relate, never had oneI think of the death of my dogAnd try to imagine her lossIt’s a human, the loss must be huge The force holding her world togetherHad been crushedNo wonder everything is spiraling asunderI see the cracksIn the good life she’s cobbled up
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Barren Hills
She squeezes a note into his palmsI watch, wondering how he feelsScrubbing dirt to make ends meetI see the humiliation in his eyesAs he adjusts his cap to block off sunshineAnd prying eyes It’s a stageAnd not a fateOne faltering step after anotherThe financial cripple gathers courageTo wobble and finally walk To earn one’s name…
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Silence and tears
The prayer groundsWere not out of boundsTo anyone or anything, including snakesThat had come to prey Haven’t prayed in a long whileAnd as the thick jaws of hard timesClose in on meI head towards the mango treesUnder which we prayedAn isolated forest far away A silent bird perched in the cold drizzleAllowing its posture and…
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Blank sheet
Some days I don’t know if I am moving forward or standing still Don’t know if it’s worth pushing or best giving up Inspired some days and some other days, I just don’t know what to believe. Maybe this too shall pass. Tonight my mind is a blank sheet. Perhaps, a blank sheet too is…
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Next step
The higher the heightThe deeper the discomfort of climbingThe next step is the reward of the previousThe longer the steps upwardsThe bigger the reward
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So it has come to this
(I met a group of friends begging on the streets to support the family of their deceased friend in defraying the costs of burial, showing his picture to passersby. And I was inspired to write this poem) So it has come to thisBegging money on the streetsTo bury an old friendHis family sitsUnder empty canopiesWaiting…
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Rich mineral deposits within
It’s a world of abundanceAnd I couldn’t see The riches I soughtWere all within me The more I press towards my limitsThe quicker the mirage vanishesHow sad the little territory I was content with Email: Benjaminnambu1@gmail.com WhatsApp: +233 541 824 839
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The Blast
It was a normal day just like anyWe were busy about our activities It was even the anniversary of a giant telecommunications network All over town people were in their colours, jubilant It was probably late afternoon Suddenly, there was a blastLouder than a bombOr anything that could be imaginedIt was the sun itself that…
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