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’llContinue reading “Back to me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

My Body

My bodyA vessel of glory. A temple undefiled A medium through which the father utters instruction. My body an instrument played to notes of destiny’s symphony. A cry from my spirit. Powered by the name called by each breath I breathe (Ya-weh). My body, A cage for my soul. Procteting it from the snare ofContinue reading “My Body”

A PIECE OF HEAVEN

A life beyond these four white walls. An awaking that I yearned for. The kiss of the sun on my skin. The gentle breeze making love to my hair freeing me of my contempt. I broke through the chains that held me down to my bed and ran to the hills. I laid on myContinue reading “A PIECE OF HEAVEN”

A story of love

They were words not spoken. They were thoughts unimagined. To hide them was inevitable, for you could see them written on his face, you could hear them in his voice. They were smiles faked.Memories disgraced. One could only hope for the best. They were fears ready to be felt. scars of his heart mapped outContinue reading “A story of love”

Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I know you’re fighting battles; Deep within yourself, I understand what it means- To be at war with oneself. I know you can’t always talk about it; I understand the risks of vulnerability. I know there’s much you’ve kept inside, Buried deep in secrecy. I know your joy is an impression; You smile only toContinue reading “Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

A written world (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Aren’t we all just words In a poem about a world In which poetry is written I know that may sound absurd But Aren’t we all just books Exchanging glances and looks When our stories seem similar And we then decide to share plots enroute… Aren’t we all just written art With similar beating heartsContinue reading “A written world (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Monday is a morning to a week It’s waking up to possibility Monday is a genesis To all that can be. Monday is the tone The tone you pitch; Monday is taking your wounds, And giving them a little stitch. Monday is finding your strength; And holding it with great grip. Monday is taking everyContinue reading “Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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