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Petals Bleed (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The poetry of the roseIs of beauty and pain.Tempting to the touch,Till blood lays the stain. Perspective is everythingFor many won’t see her good.In the aftermath of her lover’s hurtShe is often misunderstood. Beauty is a blessing,And a curse indeed.For when you feel the pain-It’s really the petals that bleed. By: Phanuel Ayelum.


Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare atContinue reading “Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”