The unspeakable has happened, and now the unquestionable is imagined. The great tree of Africa has fallen, and the birds left to wander in the thick forest of Africa. The mother of Africa is gone with her beauty leaving her child to cry alone. Another day has gone by still hoping you would come home […]
Poetry – Death
Poetry – Broad Smiles
The feeling is exceptional. The thoughts are expression-al. I could imagine, no not really. As if in a dream, but not exactly. My belly; sensing sweetness. My head; imagining things. As I nurture these pictures, I find so revealing yet fulfilling, My heart in broad smiles. Submitted byQueenesther A. Precious-KenAuthor Picture
Poetry – I Knew It!
I knew it! When the mail came. The tears dried up, My eyes went wide, My heart beat more, My hands came strong, I felt strength within. A new life bubbled; As I stared at the message, It read: “Your post is live on the blog” Immediately, I just knew it! Submitted byQueenesther A. Precious-Ken
Poetry – Silent Sounds
So many sounds bouncing off the walls of silenceIf only I could pick out its wordings and lay them out to youBut no this silence is so deafeningNot a sound is picked out to be said or writtenSilent SoundsGoodnight Submitted byIbkayAuthor Picture
Poetry – Image
What about us? the silent wildcats the homegrown refugees the very one your generation breeds through mutually detached consents I am your hateful image the unwelcome guest at your feasts I am the patron of homeless homes the treaty of hopeless aids I am the skinny, the unleashed the beauty of aimless maids I am the […]
Poetry – Procrastination
Procrastination is a demon Hoarded heavy weights On my shoulders It made the diligent look askance at me The curious pondered on my mental state An ageless one Imbued with ubiquity It came as a friend Adorned with bedazzled jewels I foolishly built a bridge of trust It emitted a snarky grouse Its true hellish […]
Poetry – Broken II
When I think of girls who once held my heart in their hands and played on it like a guitar till my soul is swayed, I scribble. I smile at the words that fell from the wounded heart and envelope them in poetry. Tonight, a memory came with the wind, and my paper looks at […]






