A Place Beyond Curiosity (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I wonder what it’s like – In the great beyond… Does the music still play? Do the angels sing your favourite songs? Do you get the peace Wished upon you by the living? Could you identify with it? Do you carry emotions and feelings? Are you in the company Of they that left before you?

Back to me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The poems aren’t quite – As beautiful as they once were. They’re dull, sad And reminiscent of your love and care. The music sounds – Much different too. Every note and phrase Seems to inspire thoughts of you. Sunsets have – Not been the same Becoming ever so melancholic I just want to know you’ll

To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Literacy is a gift; Often not realised, Literacy literally- Gives access to other minds. To read is to think; Through another minds thought, An acquisition of perspective, A way to be taught. To write is to share oneself; Across minds and across time, To be transposed into script, To be indelible in time… By :

Hope (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Yet again we try; Like pain is foreign- Like we aren’t hurt, Like we’ve never fallen. Yet again we rise; As dust unsettled- As clouds of hope, As tides on new levels. Yet again we believe; Like we’ve never stopped- Yet again we hope, Like we’ve never hoped… By : Phanuel Ayelum.

Amused by music(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The feel of the silence; The poetry in the sound, The beauty in the phrase- The spell to which I’m bound. The resolution of harmony; The charm of resonance, The well tampered chaos- The art in dissonance. The craft of rhythm; The flow of melody, The patience before cadence- The resolution of harmony. It’s where

Of a writers fear(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Has my best poem Already been written? If I made another recital Would you be there to listen? Have I set a bar so high That I may never reach it? Will my poems ever touch you In the way they once did? Have I already piqued The limits of my creativity? Is there anything

Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present As

Diagrammatic representation of ‘the ugh!’

Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I know you’re fighting battles; Deep within yourself, I understand what it means- To be at war with oneself. I know you can’t always talk about it; I understand the risks of vulnerability. I know there’s much you’ve kept inside, Buried deep in secrecy. I know your joy is an impression; You smile only to

Friday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Fridays feel like sundown. An exhausting- And sometimes exhilarating- Week is over now. Fridays feel like evenings; A drink at the table, A little bit of piano, Fridays can be amazing… By : Phanuel Ayelum