Must be done (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Passion is a latent force; An invisible drive, A call from within A reason to strive. I don’t really know- How I’m going to do- what I think I want to do. But still I move, even without the clues. I trudge, I walk And when I have to, I run With no idea howContinue reading “Must be done (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Still Alive (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I want to feel the pain; But still survive. I need the hurdles to remind me- That I’m still alive! By : Phanuel Ayelum. ❤❤❤ Like this poem if you liked it, Share and feel free to drop a comment… You can email me at phanuelayelum1@gmail.com Or follow me on the social media in theContinue reading “Still Alive (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Trapped within(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Here I am again; Stuck in my own world Trying to read thoughts- That aren’t made of words. Here I am again; Trapped in my one dimensional space, Lost in thought, It’s a dreadful place. Here I am again; Trying to see through a haze Trying to make sense of my head Trying to walkContinue reading “Trapped within(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Tale in a Trail (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There is a poem; An inscription in the road ahead, Invisible to the unaided eye- Until our footprints are laid. There is a tale; Literature in the trail behind us, Words, phrases and sentences Instances in our lives that define us. Perhaps we’re all but writers; Writing a tale told in time. Perhaps that couldContinue reading “Tale in a Trail (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Mornings (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

They call it the morning; They say it’s a reminder that we are alive, I heard it’s most beautiful at sunrise- If you can catch it at five. They call it a symbol of hope; A glorious glow after dark, A growing beauty in the skies- Rising with the song of the lark. Some sayContinue reading “Mornings (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Spoken to life(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I am not the product- Of architecture and design. I was made from syllables; And not curves and lines. I am not the result- Of geometrical initiative. I am a linguistic expression of supernatural imagery; This is often very counter-intuitive. I am but an utterance; The word of a creator. Spoken to life- With fineContinue reading “Spoken to life(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Solitude – New Addiction (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

At first; It was only a temporary escape. A quite hiding place With tranquility in its scape. At first; It was just a space for thought. A place to optimize creativity Or revise what I’m taught. But now; Solitude is my minds home A dwelling place for my thoughts A sky for the lightning inContinue reading “Solitude – New Addiction (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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