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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
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*ECHOES IN THE SILENCE*
When the since is loud, the spirit is low!
For the mind slumbers : thoughts are joggled..
The heart bleeds_but the veins got no flow in them...
The CPU has failed, for every nerve is paralyzed!
I got cravings: yet I'm not paged!
I long for love _ yet I'm to weak to persue it...
It's feather like: I can't comprehend its speed_
An elephant I'm, weighing tonnes leaving me grounded...
I'm hopeless: a glimmer of hope isn't expected!
Though I'm not a bat _ my vision is blur...
I hope for my heart to race, yet its piston is worn out _
Its pulse is faint _the heavens awaits my arrival!
They say, "love isn't for the weak."
I bet the ox in me fled: for the existence of love terrified it!
I've lost my sanity, while the beautiful serenity withered...
I'm a failure in love _yet a master in making others bloom!
*ยฉMyles The Masterpiece ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ*
*ยฎMylistic verses ๐๏ธ*
The only time this piece of paper shines
is when I write about you.
Otherwise itโs just another page
quiet, unnoticed,
like the things I never say out loud.
But how would you ever know that,
this paper has never left my diary,
it keeps my feelings folded inside it,
the way I keep them from you.
โMarriage is hard.
Divorce is hard.
Choose your hard.
Obesity is hard.
Being fit is hard.
Choose your hard.
Being in debt is hard.
Being financially disciplined is hard.
Choose your hard.
Starting a business is hard.
Working a 9 to 5 job is hard.
Choose your hard.
Life will never be easy,
but you can choose your hard.
Choose wisely!"
Y O U' R E K I L L I N G U S
- bob kasiita
you're supposed to protect us
but instead you're killing us
one by one, like flies on a wall
silencing the voices that dare to speak
why are you doing this?
what's the reason for this bloody dance?
is it power? is it greed?
or is it just the stench of your own decay?
you're killing Ugandans, one by one
leaving their bodies in the streets
like discarded trash, like yesterday's news
and nobody says a word, nobody moves
the silence is deafening, the silence is a scream
as you continue to kill, to maim, to oppress
and we're just supposed to take it, to swallow it whole
like a bitter pill, like a poison that slowly kills
but I won't take it, I won't swallow it whole
I'll spit it out, I'll scream it loud
you're killing us, you're killing our souls
and we won't be silenced, we won't be controlled.
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โPoem Titular: Athwart
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โAgainst the shadow of what came before,ย
โPresumption does not stand side by side,ย
โBut turns inward, searching quietlyย
โFor the finest course of action,
โThough none yet falters, none yet fails.ย
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โWe journey forth, yet find no passage;ย
โBarriers rise where paths should open.ย
โThe descent weighs heavier than the climb,ย
โAnd still we wonder,
โTo whom shall we lift our plea,ย
โFor aid, for unclouded guidance?ย
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โยฉ๏ธThe Eminentย
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When you have an amazing day,
Ground yourself before going to bed that night.
Remind yourself of where you have come from,
And remember that this is just another incredible day in your life,
Because more work needs to be done.
Gratitude is a powerful gift that keeps us alive and motivated never stop appreciating our own blessings.
Good morning and happy Friday to all active mutual in the universe ๐ช๐คฉ
Between us falling stars
In darkness sparkling eyes,
The touch like salute
blowing away to absolute,
On knees you are fallen angel,
in embrace your heavenly home, you're no stranger...
Fly up and fly...
Hold me tight ...
Your wings color of night
My feathers white
Merging in yin yang...
Glowing brightโจ
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*petals.*
I sip from this bottle,
the salt of reminisce,
and the refinement of life.
I swig the snake's poison,
potent in it's charm,
layered by friendship,
I remember how my friend,
broke me not once nor twice,
ah these memories,
the downfall of the facade.
I swig the laughs,
the tears and the silence,
I thank the shoulder I leaned on,
bless it in solitude,
you were the rock,
that calmed my storm.
I take in the love,
stormy and steamy it's nature,
unrequited from my family,
my people that I counted on,
I remember the tides,
that I nearly drowned in,
and I'm grateful,
you were there.
I down happiness,
sadness too and the insomniac nights,
nights that I sat awake till morning,
frivolous fretting for the future,
I think how nice it would be not to think,
but how can I not,
when I was born a thinker.
I sip life,
and death in between,
for the ones we lost,
and the ones we found,
my heart silently weeps,
and rejoices in the joys,
how beautiful it is to live,
as the days pass awaiting death.
I smother the last mouthful,
cheers to you, me and us,
cheers to the swigs,
that we take everyday,
may we find strength,
and thrive in good health,
you should know I'm proud of you,
it wasn't easy to get here๐ฆ.
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May I borrow a few pages?
There is still some sorrow of the past few months left to be written.
I donโt know how to gather inner pain onto paper.
Iโve kept it carefully stored in my heart instead.
I donโt let tears fall without reason,
perhaps not even when there is a reason.
And yes, maybe the fault is mine.
Pain truly begins when hope grows beyond limits,
or when hope is first awakened
only to be abandoned and scattered for no reason.
After all, whom am I complaining to?
Every drop of my pain is part of my identity.
I know exactly where it came from.
I want to forget all my confusions
and stay away from those relationships
where Iโm only allowed to play the second role.
My priorities donโt even remain limited to myself anymore.
I get treated like a pawn in a game of chess,
one that moves forward but can never return.
I donโt want any kind of rights anymore
that pull me away from who I truly am.
And when I try to return, Iโm told,
โWell sir, we didnโt need you here anyway.
But since youโve come, have a cup of tea before you leave.โ
For a moment, it felt good when I realized
that my sadness mattered to sorrow itself.
But that very day, my sleep woke me up too.
Thereโs just one wish left this year.
That tonight I sleep peacefully without a single thought.
No wrinkles on my forehead.
Only silence as far as the eye can see.
No noise, no chaos.
And when I wake, may it be a new morning,
sunlight blooming everywhere.
Iโll sit on a chair in the warmth of the sun,
a cup of tea in my hand,
calculating the profits and losses of this yearโs joys.
May I have a few more pages?
So I can write today itself
what I should do and what I shouldnโt.
I donโt want distance from the relationships that still remain.
And if thereโs even a little time left to laugh,
let it not be a fake smile,
but happiness from deep within,
refreshing the mind like the earthy scent after rain.
And yes, if I put effort into making a relationship better,
may I receive the same response in return,
without expectations.
In search of perfection,
I no longer want to lose what is already good.
What can never be mine,
I no longer wish to belong to either.
The words refuse to stop today.
I just want to keep writing.
Perhaps speaking it out loud might invite bad luck.
Now, I simply want to exist in this life of mine.
Come on, donโt be upset if I ask for one more page.
Iโll write again next year.
Perhaps Iโll be seen on old paths,
but with some new talent this time.
Do we really comprehend what it means to have someone?
Letโs start with the basics: someone. A human. A complex organism that comes in countless shades. Some are breathtakingly beautiful, but all are complex even in their moronic simplicity.
Have you heard their voices? Some make you wish you could give up your eyes just to savor the delicacy of sound they offer. A hello becomes a symphony; a chuckle alone can levitate your soul to the third heaven.
And some are the reason sayings like โa sight for sore eyesโ exist you could look at them endlessly, like fine art, wishing you could place them in a shrine and bring offerings.
Others make you wonder whether itโs the usual mushy brain inside their skull, or if the gods misplaced an oracle there instead. Maybe they poured a poetโs ashes where blood should be, because you canโt help but want them for their ideas, their songs, their lines. Every minute with them rearranges your neurons and feels like a divine sensation in your spirit.
Some must have been friends with the Creator before they were human hands kissed into existence so they could recreate what they once built in heaven. Hands that donโt relent until the last piece of culinary perfection, architectural brilliance, or fashion icon is complete. You want to submit yourself body and soul into those hands, just to be remade.
What was I saying?
Ah. To have someone.
Do we truly understand what it means to have someone like that?
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ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
โSeems the self you get left with on the shore, in the end, is the self that you were when you went.โ
-Autumn, Ali Smith
What's the best way to handle this situation
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
I know I sound like a broken record
every time I tell you what you mean to me.
But my heart insists
it reminds me again and again,
especially when I see you.
It gets scared of the thought
that one day someone else might say
what I forgot to.
So I keep telling you,
not because Iโve run out of new words,
but because youโre someone
I never want to stop reminding
how much you matter to me.
I feel no shame,
no hesitation,
in showing how much I want you.
My feelings for you
arenโt something I want to hide
or tone down.
If anything,
I want to be louder about them
clearer, bolder
unafraid of letting you know
that you matter to me
more than I know how to explain.
So itโs up to you
if you want to keep listening
to this broken record.
Because it has no off button,
no pause,
no idea how to stop...
it just keeps playing
every time my heart feels your presence.
LIFE IS UNFAIR
Life is unfair
It needs no failure
It needs those who prepare
To those who take care,
It offers a chair
Life is unfair indeed
Especially to those who can't succeed
It doesn't want them to be pleased
In it, there's no over speed
For one can't procceed
Life is a journey
Full of pain without money
Really it sounds funny
If you're canny,
It offers honey
Life is a real gamble
It needs one to struggle
But easy to escape trouble
If you engalf humble
No need to scramble
For it hates one to stumble
By: Wisdom Msungabanthu Mlambia
( Msungapipo)
[POEM] A DIALOGUE OF WATCHING by Kenneth Rexroth
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
*metarmorphosis.*
The cup levitates. It's contents brimming to the point of overflowing. At the edges the liquid inside shivers, viscous a little. But who knows? How longer shall it withstand before breaking? The air around it trembles. As if, in trepidation. The reminisce, perhaps a bad memory, a recent happening. Above, hopelessness lays. Watching, draining all vivacious hues. Steam rises. Motivation. I'm doing something. Progress, the baby steps. Mockingly, the temperature drops. Absolute zero. Frozen. My skin thawing out. The contents still, frozen too. The dry winds blow, hopes to get out of here swept away. Overbearingly, the helplessness albatrosses. Why? Why now? Why me? The questions arise. Don't heroes exist? Am I not worth saving? The air gives way, shredded by the cold. The cup tilts to the side, unable to maintain its balance. It swings, like a pendulum to the other side. The equilibrium is broken and it falls. Through the heights it's life flashing before it's eyes. Perhaps I was a good cup. Perhaps not. It hits the floor, and breaks to a million pieces. Shattered, never to be used again.
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I set down the stone I was carrying.
I loosen my grip on yesterday.
I release you from the weight of my remembering.
I make peace with the wound and let it close.
I choose not to bleed where you once cut me.
I leave the door unlatched and walk on.
Your debt to my heart is cleared.
I lay your name gently back into silence.
Please be kind to yourself, especially in hard times. Please be gentle with yourself every single day. Please find whatever makes you happy and continuously do it. Please love yourself, love others and welcome love. Please heal and embrace happiness, please learn and love.
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
I am right where I want to be,
Beneath the rubble,
Where their feet stomp ceaselessly,
And their eyes name me a sloth.
In their haste to chase foretold wealth,
They abandon the bird in hand,
Believing the hunt will be fair,
Until their hope flies the coop.
And where will I be?
Beneath the rubble, sifting through their dirt,
Gathering
little by little
The small things they left behind.
But when they return to search for them,
I will be long gone.
Only whispers of me will remain,
A rumor, a lesson,
Of a wealth unheeded.
#poetry
My love story is pure poetry,
because it never truly began.
Longing without memory,
grief without betrayalโ
fleeting moments
that flirt endlessly
without closure.
~Poetry
Uzithepoet
Let your love flow in my veins
like rivers down to the ocean,
and your glory burst in me like sparks from a brilliant fire,
You're mine and I'm yours, so hold my hand and walk with me,
Down the path end of our lives and beyond.
Your beautiful smile is my eyes delight,
And your laughter my heart melts
Your arm in mine is peace and beyond,
How I want this emotions to last forever
You're my fever and my shiver,
An infection that sets me on fire until I quiver
You have me helplessly deep in your embrace,
And all I want is to make us live timelessly
And when that time comes that we'll old and weary
I'll hold you and love you till I die
Our memories will live forever,
And our children will share in our love to the end of days.
So love me today just like you do,
And care for me always just like you have
Let us bathe in Yahuah's light,
And love each other more than before.
Poem by BinKhuryam
Dated:13/12/2025
Sacrifice, not money, is the price of living life on your own termsโthe life of your dreams.
Uzithepoet
#Sacrifice
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Another year has passed,
as if time
wasnโt trying to reach anywhere,
only trying to move on.
Just yesterday
I heard the last breath
of the old year,
and today
the new one stands in the room
without knocking.
Time doesnโt give time anymore.
It only
keeps moving.
And I...
a traveler who walks in pauses,
fall behind
every time.
Thereโs no space left
to feel moments.
Living itself
has slipped
into memory.
Dates come and go
like calculations
where my name
is just a blank space.
Seasons
donโt change by years now,
they change in days.
People
have already changed
before the meeting even happens.
Everything except me
is caught in a fast current.
And I
stand on the shore,
just watching the water move.
New day, fresh energy.
Whatever tried to break you yesterday didnโt win,so today, go harder๐ช.
Youโre closer than you think.
Good morning champs ๐ฅ๐ค