That woman whose words drip of sweet honey,
full of grace,
seasoned with Joy,
Everyday is an eye opening that i have nothing in my own control.Man has no glory.©isimbi
Me the soul
I got two pairsOne black as the dark pitOne white as the snow at the mount peakBlack as a nightShadow of the evilStore of lustLust of the darkBuried in sinSin from the devilThen white White more than my grandma's dress on sundaysHot like summer sunBranche as they call it White as lightLight the dark hasn't overcomeLike a star in the dark universeI see itBrighter in the cold nightBrighten my sorrows to wash them awayMelts my pain White that washes my sweatWhite is The wordWhite is the BloodBlack is my cross.©isimbi
Today the bird flew awayLike my fears©isimbi
What is death but a word?Until it takes a loved one!Shifted hopes Shattered dreamsCovers memories Scatters all my memoriesTill all i remember is your lifeYour life laying in a coffinWhy is it that my mind can't bring back us singing to the windDeath why do u only paint colors of sorrow and that's all u let me rememberThe only war no man has wonBut there's one who conquered it after 3 days At the cross of calvary To give me life in this life To give me life after this lifeAnd all you required me to do Is to love you backAnd to embrace the madness of believing you. Christ son of man son of God©isimbi
Part of it was in the moonApart of meA love story still waiting to be told©isimbi
A passion A love A storyMy life in parts, just three ofAll of the aboveA mistakeA tearA poemMy heart tore and mendedA crushA crashA rush A chapter my soul never lovedAn endA beginning A meaning of Me©isimbi
This December,Remember them,Appreciate,Love even more❤©isimbi
From "hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion" by William cowper
Man disavows, and deity disowns me:Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore hell keeps her ever hungry mouths all bolted against me.
Shame is a prisonAs Cruel as a grave
Thank you @erstwhile, @oracular_, @when_eyes_narrate & @lovenotes_from_carolyn Happy New Year everyone (even though it's two weeks in). Hope this year is the one you want it to be 15.01.20#pod #writersnetwork #love
On the days I need to hear thisOn the days I miss shadows...
I put down loud wordsinto a quiet spaceI am trying to understandeverything is moving fastmy emotions are taking the wheelyour hands are bloody with minebut the knife has no spot on itnor you, the feeling of remorse.I write the days in crystalswith black ink on white innocenceI wonder why I'm still in painthe doors are closed on youyour hands, they can't touch me no moreI am in the driver's seat yet you drive stillI find myself crying, longing to go backto the place where I felt death heaviest.I speak to the cracked reflectionswith begging tones and confused eyesI plead with you to stay where it is safehe will come back but do not open the doorhis tears will run but do not crackthey turn into a tiny cage to hurt you againhe will swear that things will changebut you know he only ever learnt to just - speak.He will breathe out words to youBut he only wants to take the breathe out of you.Again.He will look you in the eye with blackened tearsBut he only wants to cleanse his ego with yours.Again.He will tell you he loves you andHe will look like he means it andYour knees will crack andYou'll fall back into his armsAnd you will smile like you just learned howAnd you will dance with your arms wideYou will believe him. You will take him back.But I'm afraid, this time, it might be your funeral.Finally.For once in your life,I beg of you,Be blind, go deaf and don't openYou do not need himYou do not need his double edged loveto feel worthy or loved.Yours truly,CN
Sometimes happiness comes with a name, a figure that fits in every corner of your heart and stays in between chaos of your mind. You don't know whether it's love or not but that smile on your face comes effortlessly every time when your eyes meet.- Rutvik
I haven't talked about what's going on in Congo but my heart feels the burden of Africa lacking humanity,I wonder when a person will feel free to leave,Mulenge is facing what Rwandan Tutsi people faced back in 1994,what's sad is they're being harassed still because they're Rwandan tutsis as they're being called! It hurts seeing kids not playing on a ground their ancestors played on and it's now that these heartless people realised the land is theirs to not be shared!How long does it take for a person to be part of her own place,heard it's been 400 years and more since Mulenge settled in Congo and now they're bearing all the pain for being where they belong,for the looks they never had to choose,for their innocence!Whatever it's going to be like,world's got to stand with them,I wonder what these strong allies be doing watching people dying and us shouting here on social media!My heart is with kids who can't sleep,eat,play but hide!My heart is with women who're crying but can't run for all they have now is their family!My heart is with men who are pretending to be strong when their hearts are being crashed by fear and sorrow!My heart is with grand parents that grew up seeing their cattle rising and now being killed!My heart is with you #mulenge!I feel the pain of your people around the world seeing you dying and your kids starving and they can't do a thing,it hurts!#savemulenge ©plandie_verses
From bondage to freedom, freedom in Christ.
Freedom. Survived.Resilient.Courage.PerseveredPride.I salute you.
Deeper the roots, stronger the tree.Similarly,Deeper the trust, stronger the bond.©inked_solace27
@odysseus @asmakhan @akratitripathi @fixxxx @khushu_
Please Red can my Black go?
Red color always signs out a bloodWhere the red is, the blood can shade thereRed traffic lights remarks a danger if u to dare to crossRed traffic cone cues for a notorious forward Red card throws u out of the gameRed light from girl makes u suicideRed color on the promotion list, itself crestfalls uRed of every kind makes me scared.......And that's why I love a blackIt's a good site to place a secret It's a friend that walks with you invisibly It's an exile from the school bulliesBeyond thinking, it reveals someone's inferiority And the reason deep for my black attiresFor I dress up myself with blackness And hide my privacy in the darkCoz none ever is good to keep my secrets Than me!! Twitter : #Nyambo_ IG: @yebah01 ©nyambo
A woman in Carmine dressSweet like sugar Crystalline and clearAlluring dessert Once you taste The dopamine release,The sensitivity you get When the sugar rush Through your vein The enticing melody The enchanting eyesAn angel from hellThe beguiling smellThe calling fingers Where your eyes lingerThe sweet delight In a dim light Enduring curves Weakens your nerves The creamy flowOf crimson robeFlowing like river Makes you shiver She meets the oceanAnd everyone moan.#pod @mirakee @writersnetwork
My old wasn't goldMy days were borrowedLonely, angry, depressed and stressedAre the friends i had. My old wasn't boldMy days were on holdMy comfort was never toldMy wish was a shoulder to cry onHappiness was already sold©patienceiribagiza
Power of poetry
Reading is my neighbor Writing is my heartPoetry got my flaws©patienceiribagiza