There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare atContinue reading “Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
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Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Because time waits for none, I will wait in its place – To see you someday, If it is permitted by grace. With utmost patience; I will look up to the sky, I’ll write poems for and about you, With the tears of my cry. I will play your favourite tunes, In hopes that youContinue reading “Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)
Twenty eight more chances Time has gifted. Hourglass turned Sands subtly shifted. So I take a moment and watch the sand shift down the hourglass. Each speck representing the wrinkles on my face writing the narrative of the memories we made. And memories we’re yet to make, A story untold A handful of feelings unresolvedContinue reading “Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)”
Darker Nights (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Darker nights, And only but flashes of light. Drops of rain, Bits of joy and bits of pain, Strokes of ink, And thoughts to think. Words to write and unwrite; Oh how dark this night… By : Phanuel Ayelum.
I in art (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
My violin Is a tool With which I make my emotions More audible to you My pencil Is a wand For placing my imagination Magically before my hand My keyboard Is the technology That allows me to plug my thoughts Into your mind effectively And my pen Is a mirror That allows me to seeContinue reading “I in art (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Afterglow (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
There is still light Moments after dark. A faint shimmer Fading slowly Into oblivion Begging to be seen. And I see it. By : Phanuel Ayelum
Double bound (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
When it comes to love; We will always bleed. We will always have, Yet we will always need. When it comes to hate; We will always lose – For we will seal our gates, Into the darkness we’ll choose. By : Phanuel Ayelum.
Lovely anguish
You often hurt me More than you will ever know It’s quite fascinating to consider How you can be my hearts desire And my soul’s greatest foe By : Phanuel Ayelum
Inspiration (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Inspiration is sacred A dose of divinity Unquantifiable potential energy A spark for creativity Inspiration is sacred By : Phanuel Ayelum
(An untitled poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
O how quickly the years pass Could we ever write upon them all? Abstraction drawn into word Word delivered to immortal thought Could we ever be indelible? By: Phanuel Ayelum