Poemless poems ( A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Unstructured thoughts; Thoughts devoid of words, Thoughts in a haze, Thoughts so out of this world. These thoughts write poems; Poems devoid of poetry, Wordsmith devoid of words, I like to think of it as complex simplicity… By : Phanuel Ayelum. ❤❤❤ Like this post if you liked it, Share and feel free to drop

Someday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I can’t be with you; I can’t feel your presence. But someday I know it will be different, And you’ll never have to live in my absence. By : Phanuel Ayelum. ❤❤❤ Like this post if you liked it, Share and feel free to drop a comment… You can email me at phanuelayelum1@gmail.com Or follow

The Enemy in time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I have tried to run from it; But it always caught up to me, I tried running faster, It all felt like vanity. I’ve tried to hide from it; But it still haunted my spaces. I still hear the sounds- Still see the flashes. I tried to forget it; I failed on all attempts. It

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 the

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 say

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 fine

Blindfolded (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Slow and steady steps; Walking into the dark. Fueled by motive, Faith is our spark. So many paths; We tread on a labyrinth. No sight to differentiate Between fact and myth. We are only but history books- Trying to make sense of the future. Strength has been our lesson And experience, our teacher. We are

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 in

Writing again (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I’ve been lost; Lost in the abyss. Devoid of words, Pardon my absence! I was trapped; In the shackles of procrastination, Locked in a room that hindered- All forms of imagination. I was kidnapped; Carried away to the land of the sloths, Where either laziness or mediocrity reign, At times, it’s a fine combination of

Worse Words (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Pain was cutting deep; So I wrote poems to send it all to sleep. Rage was coursing through my veins; So I wrote poems to suppress the pain. Darkness was the definition of my nights; So I wrote poems to bring out a little light. But sour, was the taste of my words; And the