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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
Why should I listen to the noise outside
when your voice already fills the quiet in me
What could this world possibly offer
that doesn’t feel smaller
once I’ve stood beside you
They speak, they judge, they pass their time
deciding what matters
but none of it reaches me
not when your fingers rest in mine
like they belong there
like they chose me without asking anyone else
Your eyes don’t just look at me
they stay
as if they’ve found something worth staying for
and I don’t know what I did to deserve that
but I don’t question it either
There is a kind of care you give
that feels untouched by the rest of the world
not borrowed, not shared, not scattered
it feels like it knows my name
before I even speak
And maybe that’s why
I don’t turn away from you
not even for a second
because where else would I go
after knowing what this feels like
You don’t just shine
you make everything else look unnecessary
And I don’t need the world to understand this
I just need you
to keep holding my hand
the way you do
like you’re not planning to let go anytime soon
*Wisdom*
My child,
I bless you today
to discern the right and the wrong , that you may be full of justice,
To differentiate between life and death, that thee may live as a happy man,
To know depth and shallowness of life, that thee may protect humanity.
Peace comes by simple deeds of kindness,
Heart that humbles is the great home of victory,
Soul that repents is the ultimate gourd of righteousness,
Never walk alone, for if trinity isn't your runmate you'll stumble,
Learn how to live well with your dog,
that when a visitor comes it interprets your sign,
But when an enemy approaches it defends your treasure,
This is wisdom , whose meaning can make the world safer,
These lines are full of freedom, that make prisoners alleviate from crime,
It is justice, that maketh' judges to jurisdicate....
These words are love, that whoever reads finds solace,
Solace of pursuing freedom,
A fight for human rights,
A submission to the rule of law,
The moral enactment of values
Symbols of peace and a unity emblem
#Dedicated poem to GPF
©Poet Greg
gregorypoetryfoundation21@gmail.com
*belonging.*
these hands,
in my sleep holding me,
pulling me close,
my skin trailing on,
sparks igniting inside.
these thighs,
lazily thrown over mine,
sweet sweet sensation,
I drowned in the moment,
gooey cuddly warmly.
this body,
spooning my body,
in warmth encapsulated,
my back arching more,
sweet cuddly self.
this duvet,
that covers us,
who belong to the sheets,
and I can't help but think,
I am home, I belong here.
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©🅻🅾🅽🅴 ™🤬
This is just a reminder of how awesome you are ❤️
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I don’t think too much.
I just toss these words out.
Thinking too much starts to suffocate me.
These thrown words carry my whole burden away
for a moment or two,
and that night I manage to sleep in peace.
But the next day
the same thoughts begin weaving themselves again.
I tangle myself in the noise of the world.
Then evening arrives,
slowly turning into night.
The world leaves me alone again.
And there I am,
surrounded by the walls of my own thoughts.
So once again
I throw the words out
without thinking, without measuring,
I simply let them go.
“Some people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.”
Charlotte Zolotow - People.
IF LOVE WONT HEAL ME
If love won’t heal me,
then it must admit its quiet violence,
how it plants hope like a seed,
and forgets to stay for the rain leaving roots to choke on dust.
If love won’t heal me,
why does it linger in my chest like a prayer I no longer believe in?
Every memory becomes a bruise I press just to remember I once felt alive🥹.
If love won’t heal me,
then maybe I was never meant to be whole.
Maybe I am a collection of fractures arranged to look like a person who almost knew what peace felt like.
If love won’t heal me,
Let it teach me how to live without its promises,
to carry my brokenness without apology,
to breathe without waiting for rescue,
To call survival something close to strength.
BLACKX🖤
*transience.*
For as long as I've been alive I have always loved the nights. The stillness. The silence and the enigma of it. The deserted streets. Empty hallways. How magnificent. Everyone's gone to their homes and it's only you and the night outside. In the grasses a cricket chirrups. The wind blows softly in perfect synchrony. Lights gush forth illuminating the path you walk on. The stars in a distant paradise shine down on you. On a good night, it hasn't rained. The pathways are dry. Your steps echo into the night, an ambience surreal you can't help but think there's another behind you. Your heart races with exhilaration, the expectation of certain danger behind you. Adrenaline hits a full time high as you gaze back behind you. Relief washes in when you see it's just your imagination. To expend adrenaline, you lightly start jogging, before sprinting off into the night. The night swallows you up, as you become one with the night.
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You’re not broken, just a little tired,
Take some rest—you’ll rise again, inspired.
This is life, falling is part of the way,
That’s how you learn to stand one day. 💫
Words by @mystic.tales._
I don’t think too much.
I just toss these words out.
Thinking too much starts to suffocate me.
These thrown words carry my whole burden away
for a moment or two,
and that night I manage to sleep in peace.
But the next day
the same thoughts begin weaving themselves again.
I tangle myself in the noise of the world.
Then evening arrives,
slowly turning into night.
The world leaves me alone again.
And there I am,
surrounded by the walls of my own thoughts.
So once again
I throw the words out
without thinking, without measuring,
I simply let them go.
You're sweet. You're charming. You're gorgeous. You're beautiful. You're the epitome of womanhood. You're brilliant. You're powerful. You're a magnet of love. You're one of a kind. You're You. You're glowing. You're a star. You're my pride. You're brave. You're strong. You're an angel. You're amazing. You're a Jewel. You're a creator of life. You're a keeper of life. You're a nurturer of life. You're a Woman. Happy Women's Day.
Wanda Dewdrops, The Luopean Deep Thinker
This body is not me.
I am not limited by this body.
I am life without boundaries.
I have never been born,
and I have never died.
Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars,
manifestations from my wondrous true mind.
Since before time, I have been free.
Birth and death are only doors through which we pass,
sacred thresholds on our journey.
Birth and death are a game of hide- and seek.
So laugh with me,
hold my hand,
let us say good-bye,
say good-bye, to meet again soon.
We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source every moment.
We meet each other in all forms of life.
@all
Thich Nhat Hanh ~
SEASONAL LUCK
My first time as an all night lover
For I wasn't used to
But not the first to get rolled over
I did a thing or two.
And realised that I'm a clover in undercover
She came early
As I sprayed the cobwebs in my room,
In no hurry,
With thick smoke like I was spraying doom
While taking tally,
On all corners, for I had light from her my moon.
After the normal lies
Like I didn't reply cause I was sick,
Chores had me tied,
I slept early for my flu was thick,
And Grandma died,
I got on top of her for I had a list to tick.
It was clap on clap
The sound of two different skins
Then a running tap
Running like its contents were sin
And fast taps
On my back, as gently rubbing my chin.
Hour in hour out
Wrestling a nymphomaniac demon
That was all about
Coiling around me like a mad python
And with no shout
I held on its neck like I was squeezing lemon.
To win, I did
And I say "win" since a few men know
That if you feed
As in a kind of appetite noticeably low
With no greed
Disguised as exploration, then your game is low.
My few times as an all day lover
For I'm not used to
Or my few times as a few hours lover
As I'm rarely used to
I always nail acting like a clover.
Taciturn
Hello everyone we the family of Mrs Evelyn Oloo are sadly informing you of the passing of our beloved mum on the 16th Feb 2026 at Dolphil Memorial and Maternity Hospital after a short illness, She will be laid to rest on 7th march 2026 at kotoo village, Gem subcounty, Siaya county.
Funeral arrangements are ongoing daily meetings at her home back in the village and Narok town at Narok PTC residence.
All your contributions and prayers are highly appreciated.
Your support will be channelled towards the clearance of hospital bill and funeral arrangements totalling 390,000/=
All the contributions will be channelled to the treasurer phone number (0710116627)
May the almighty God bless each and everyone of you.
Babeee 🥺❤️🥺....
Before this day fully slips away, I just need to say something that's been sitting on my heart ❤️🥺
Tonight, I don't just want to say goodnight. I want to say thank you 🥺❤️ Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the kind of person whose love actually feels like love. Not the confusing kind, not the painful kind, but the warm, steady, real kind that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay...
Babe, I think about how different my life would feel without you in it, and honestly, I can't even go there 🥺❤️ because you are woven into everything good that my life has become. Every smile that means something. Every moment of peace. Every time I felt truly seen—that's you, babe. That's always been you.
I hope tonight, when everything gets quiet and it's just you and your thoughts, I hope you feel how deeply you are treasured. Not just loved, baby—treasured. Like something rare and irreplaceable that I never want to lose 🥺❤️
I hope your dreams tonight are as beautiful as the feeling you give me every single day, babe.
And when you wake up tomorrow and your eyes open to a brand new day, the very first thing I want you to remember is that somewhere out there is somebody who thinks you are the most incredible human being they have ever had the privilege of loving ❤️🥺
That somebody is me, babe ❤️ Always me.
Trust God, and He will open the right door at the right time..🤗💖
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*QUEST FOR LOVE.*
I've blood flowing in me
Just like the ocean currents
Despite the currents being calm
By blood be red in color en very thick
When cut I bleed making me human.
I've a heart that longs en have desires
A heart that pumps blood
A heart that beats so fast when terrified
A heart that gets broken
While stitches is all it gets, making it a Frankenstein look alike!
I'm Myles but I get mistaken for miles
Since love evades me like a plague
Increasing its distance between us
Raising its standard beyond my reach
An omega wolf I'm meant to be!
I ask myself, will love fire flame up my life
If it does can it be like the Olympic flame
Flame that never goes off
For I'm tired of darkness reining over me...
May the love light locate me, that's my prayer!
*©®Mylistic Myles🖋️🖋️*
Even if I had opened the umbrella,
I was meant to get drenched.
The way
even if you had stayed
you were still going to leave.
I remember...
I kept looking at the sky that day
as if someone up there
might try to stop us.
But no one did.
There was another rain
I was trying to hide,
the one inside me
that kept rising to my eyes,
without asking...
I could have turned around
looked at you one last time..
but I didn’t.
I was afraid,
What if you were still there,
and I couldn’t walk away.
Anyway
in that kind of rain
you don’t really see anything.
Not faces..
Not intentions..
Not the moments..
that once felt real.
You just feel the wetness,
and the cold
slowly settling inside you.
Truth is
it wasn’t raining that day
It was you leaving,
and me
learning how to drown.
*DEPRESSION.*
Depression, ooh depression!
You're the worst of them all,
Shrinking a giant,
Turning it into an ant,
Demoralizing a soul.
You suck ones happiness,
What kind of a leech are you?
You don't leave anyone skinny,
But you leave them messed up,
With juggled thoughts.
You attact silently,
Giving headaches,
As you bring stomach aches,
That turn into wounds,
Acidified wounds that never cease bleeding.
Asylum becomes our home,
Since our mental state is compromised,
Suicidal we become,
Always ready to end it,
We all need liberation from this demon.
*©® Mylistic Myles🖋️🖋️*
They said love is blind
Maybe I was blinded by your beauty,
Or else blinded by your showy skin
But is that really the case?
They said love is beautiful
But I now feed on its bitterness
Love is beautiful at the first sight,
I saw nothing but a bright future in you.
Indeed memories are thread
Haunting me daily
Deep in the fosse,i found solace in my own tears,
As I try to nap myself in the skew of lethal dose.
*Poetess Daisy*
This is one of the series everyone needs to watch at least once in their life time.
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Rise Against The Tide.
We RISE! Against the tide of greed and pain,
Where power's grasp leaves hearts in chains,
No more empty words, no more deceit,
We DEMAND leaders who serve, not retreat!
Corruption's stain, must be WASHED CLEAN,
Accountability, the path we've SEEN,
Justice delayed, is justice DENIED,
We CLAIM our rights, we WON'T HIDE!
Leaders who lead, with hearts of STONE,
Must HEAR our voices, MAKE WAY for CHANGE,
Transparency, the SHIELD we HOLD,
Against the WORST, our FUTURE's GOLD!
We STAND UNITED, we WON'T BE SILENT,
Our WORLD deserves the BEST,
No more kakistocracy's HEAVY CHAINS,
We BREAK FREE, to a BRIGHTER DAY'S REIGN!
The PEOPLE's power, will NOT BE SILENCED,
The tide is TURNING, the WALK is CHANGED,
We MARCH FORWARD, with HEARTS AGLARE,
A NEW WORLD OVER, where JUSTICE SHARES!
No more exploitation, no more fear,
We RISE UP, yearning to be HEARD,
Our VOICES ECHO, across the LAND,
For a WORLD that's FAIR, for a BETTER STAND!
🎉🌙 HAPPY EID TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS & FAMILY 🌙🎉
Even though I’m not Muslim, I take this moment to celebrate with you and wish you nothing but happiness, peace, and blessings on this special day.
Eid is a beautiful reminder of faith, sacrifice, kindness, and unity — values that bring people together regardless of our different beliefs. Today is about love, sharing, forgiveness, and appreciating the people around us.
To everyone celebrating, may your prayers be accepted, your homes be filled with laughter, and your hearts be full of joy. May this day bring you closer to your loved ones and strengthen the bond you share with family and friends.
Let’s continue to spread love, respect each other’s traditions, and stand together as one community. The world becomes a better place when we celebrate each other.
✨ Sending good vibes
✨ Wishing you peace and happiness
✨ Celebrating love and unity
Eid Mubarak to you all! 🌙💫
#EidMubarak #Unity #Love #Respect #CelebrateTogether
#raythebrand
The girl in red and white
An angel I see
In this garden
Wait, not an angel
You might ask me
Where are her wings
Let her be human
But the charm she is carrying
No ordinary human can carry
She is sitting under an old tree
And the tree may not be able to give much shade
But it sure knows how to welcome her
Because it keeps showering leaves around her
The book she holds
Between both her hands
Anyone would look and think
How can a book get this lucky
Being held by her hands so tightly
And resting on her lap
The sun even shines gentler
Because the glow I see on her skin
When sunshine kisses her face
Tells me it is her own light
Not borrowed from anything else
When the wind blows and her hair
Gets a little messy
You realise how imperfect can be perfect
And she takes one hand off the book
Just to fix her hair
The garden seems to shift its nature
To adjust accordingly
So it matches her breath
Even the wind moves slower
So the book pages will not
Turn unwanted
The way red rests on her shoulder
Never seen before
Not shouting to be noticed
But with all grace, quietly
Like a courage she does not speak about
And the white
Truly sets her apart
As if innocence
Had taken human form
To sit under a tree
Reading a book
She may realise or not
But someone from afar
Is learning what admiration truly feels like
Just by looking at her
The girl in red and white
Reading a story
Without even realising
She is becoming one
In someone’s heart.
Dear God, bless this new day and everything that comes with it. 🙏
Good morning everyone🌇
*vibrations.*
There's something about chummy. The warmth, the allure of it all. It gets you high and teary eyed. The sun's reflected off high strung broken glasses on the wall. And their light glares in your eyes making them sting. You close your eyes. It's alright. Everything's here. A bear like hug. It's okay, it's okay, the echoes whisper as if whimpering with you. Head on a bosom by the side. Arms rubbing your back. It's okay, it's okay, the chummy whispers to you. And you want to scream. Vent it all out. Your nose starts to tickle and you know what's coming. The silent tears you didn't shed. A murmur of sweet comforting nothings. It comes and goes. Like a receding tide of the ocean. The tide falls. Breathe out. It's okay, it's okay. Till next time, will chummy still be there?
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You know what,
You are my comfort zone,
But why this time,
I can't find comfort in you?
Why being in it this time,
Feels as if living,
This place isn't mine anymore.
It's as if my own house,
Has turned into a place that's strange to me.
I want to come back to it,
But I can't,
Same as my own house.
You were the only place,
I called home,
And now this home,
Smells like an old attic,
Covered in dusts,
Holding particles of old memories,
I want to clear those dust sheets,
But I can't,
I don't know why,
But I can't,
I'm in love with the memories,
That exists in the corners,
Of that home,
But I can't return to it,
Even though I know,
This is the only place left for me,
I feel as if,
My own house abandoned me,
After insulting me,
And now returning back,
To it's doorstep,
My steps are shaking,
Confused,
Should I return to it?
Is there still love for me left in this house?
Or it faded away the moment,
They kicked off me?
Or are they just calling me back,
Out of guilt,
Not as an act of love?
I'm terrified,
Trembled,
Of being chosen,
And left every time.
Who will answer my doubts?
~Zikra
Has anyone ever told her
how dangerously beautiful
her eyes are?
Not just beautiful
but deep,
like they are hiding whole truths
behind their quiet shine.
And when she lines them with kohl…
it almost feels unfair.
It is already difficult to look away,
but when that dark edge frames them,
it becomes impossible.
They undo me.
No words are needed
when eyes speak the way hers do.
Or maybe I am simply obsessed
teaching myself
the secret language of her gaze
by stealing glances
when she is not looking.
What would I not give
to see even a flicker of yearning
in those eyes for me?
Because when they meet mine,
I forget things
I should remember.
I lose thoughts
I meant to hold onto.
I fall completely
into them.
And I wonder…
am I the only one who feels this way?
When the moon rises,
the whole world stops to admire it.
When flowers breathe out their fragrance,
everyone nearby knows.
When cold wind touches skin,
we all feel it.
So eyes this beautiful,
this quietly powerful
I cannot be the only one
they affect.
Still…
I hope she knows,
even if I never say it aloud,
that the eyes she carries
are the only light
that can reach
the darker corners
of my heart.