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My Path Poem | Josephat A Wangwe



I’m following though it’s full of mud,
spotting stepping stones before each move,
might there be no stepping stones,
trust me, like a mad man, I’ll swim in,
surely it will take me to the peak of my view,
sharp thorns besides,
but none can out-track my vigour,
my path,
my path,
it’s my path that I’m following.

Scary darkness ahead,
but my little candle shall take me through,
I’m breaking out of my jail,
those chains can no longer hold my walking sticks,
watch me unveiling those hidden adventures,
watch closely,
learn to tell tales since my tale you shall tell.

From the bondage of procrastination,
from the ties of the nots,
from the valley of shyness,
from the tomb of can’ts,
away from the valley of shame,
I fly, I fly, I fly,
flying to the top of the cans’ tower,
diving across the pond of quitters,
see my head on the head side of the coin.

Hey you,
wishing to join in!!?,
come in,
let’s venture in this desert together,
if not,
then step out of my way,
your cold thoughts should not be my obstacles,
I want to explore beyond the blue,
surprises are what more of what I’m expecting,
let snakes bite and vultures’ craws on me,
never shall I die nor perish,
those will turn to scars and marks,
they will be shinning when I’m at the end of the my path.

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A Blues For Her Poem |Evi Koroni


Stop talking, leave me alone.
Keep the silence, let me catch the sun.
I watch her. A smile, that smile
that’s a strong reason to life.
This is the day, the noon, the sunset, the midnight.
Oh god, she looks so frail
I’m afraid to touch her.
Questions are torturing my mind today
and keep me awake all the night.
How is her kiss?
How is her walk?
How is her breath when she is sleeping?
In the evening, is she embrace her pillow;
or not; Is she laugh when she is sleep; or not;
Stop talking, none talk to me now
Keep the silence, let me dream that sun.

by Evi  Koroni

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My Costume Poem


via Daily Prompt: Costume

Each day we put on costumes, and cover up who we truly are

Fragments of dust, constructed from the stars

I will rise, and not conform

Keep my head high, and keep marching on

Live my life to the fullest, and not be driven by my wage

This is infinite wisdom, that’s way beyond my age

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Don’t Lecture Me Poem


Via Daily Prompt: Lecture

Others, will always point out your flaws

Not trying to please others, don’t need a round of applause

Can’t lecture me, on how my life isn’t right

I’m giving my all, to win this fight

Only advice I seek, is from up above

Don’t lecture me, about my imperfections

All broken people, can’t make it without gods blessing

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Mysterious Life Poem


via Daily Prompt: Inscrutable

I live an inscrutable life, impossible to understand

Won’t conform to rules, I drift with without ever making plans

I’ve set my spirit free, to move about the land

Can’t stand still for long, afraid of sinking in the sand

I don’t like playing by the rules, I’m living life out on the edge

Not walking cautiously through life,  that’s to narrow of a bridge

I’ve tried that once before, seeking a place where I belong

Now I dream up incomprehensible ideas, and then put them in a poem

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