Poem in the shower (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I lost a poemSomewhere in the shower. It struck me with such intensityAnd with such power. The struggle to find it,Is of such torment.All because it refused to come to meAt a more opportune moment. By: Phanuel Ayelum

Diagrammatic representation of ‘the ugh!’

Heart of steel (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

“Why is your heart Made of glass?” She wondered As she asked. “Wouldn’t you be safer With one made of titanium? Cooler at heart, If it were made of Vibranium?” In response- I would have said; That I didn’t need a new heart- If I still had my head. But still, I wanted a heart.

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The Nameless poem (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I stared at it- An empty space Asking for a title, It stared back at my face! A nameless set of words; Awaiting the touch of identity Something I didn’t have Made me question my creativity. And then- It finally came to me, It was cool and composed Catchy and witty. Although it was- Comparatively

About Showers 🚿 (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Personally; Hot showers feel like sweat They just don’t give me the freshness I desperately intend to get! By : Phanuel Ayelum.

The poem that got away (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I had this great idea; For a great blog post. But I forgot to jot it down And now that idea is lost… I need a habit; Of writing my thoughts- My pen will be my companion, One that fits in my coat. But for now; I must wander around my mind Constantly searching- For