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

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