creamed coffee spirals (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Creamed coffee spirals Trailing as I stir, Teasing my imagination In the way that they appear. Like the galaxies beyond us Seemingly in orbit, they play. In the confines of my cup, I perceive the milky-way. By: Phanuel Ayelum

Pain (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Pain is a muse; She has inspired me more times than I can count. She has driven me beyond the bounds of my capacity, And when pain hit too hard, she even inspired a way out. Pain is my dear friend; We have our good times and the opposite. And sometimes she makes a painful

Slowly but certainly (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Slowly but certainly; Your voice fades in the distance. Soon you’ll be only a memory Of a once glorified instance. Slowly but certainly; Time erases your trace. Still I hold on dearly – To the memory of your face. BY : PHANUEL AYELUM.

As it were. (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Once upon a time – I wrote ever so fiercely. Directly from my heart, I wrote beautiful poetry. I know not how I did it – But I wish to do it yet again. To revive my heart, And awake my brain. To be who I once was – Taking dictation from the divine. I

Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

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 at

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 you

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 unresolved

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 see

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