I wonder what it’s like – In the great beyond… Does the music still play? Do the angels sing your favourite songs? Do you get the peace Wished upon you by the living? Could you identify with it? Do you carry emotions and feelings? Are you in the company Of they that left before you?Continue reading “A Place Beyond Curiosity (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)”
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”
Here’s something I wrote when I was sixteen. It’s a little rusty but I love the message and I hope you do too.
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”
Literacy is a gift; Often not realised, Literacy literally- Gives access to other minds. To read is to think; Through another minds thought, An acquisition of perspective, A way to be taught. To write is to share oneself; Across minds and across time, To be transposed into script, To be indelible in time… By :Continue reading “To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Yet again we try; Like pain is foreign- Like we aren’t hurt, Like we’ve never fallen. Yet again we rise; As dust unsettled- As clouds of hope, As tides on new levels. Yet again we believe; Like we’ve never stopped- Yet again we hope, Like we’ve never hoped… By : Phanuel Ayelum.
The feel of the silence; The poetry in the sound, The beauty in the phrase- The spell to which I’m bound. The resolution of harmony; The charm of resonance, The well tampered chaos- The art in dissonance. The craft of rhythm; The flow of melody, The patience before cadence- The resolution of harmony. It’s whereContinue reading “Amused by music(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Has my best poem Already been written? If I made another recital Would you be there to listen? Have I set a bar so high That I may never reach it? Will my poems ever touch you In the way they once did? Have I already piqued The limits of my creativity? Is there anythingContinue reading “Of a writers fear(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present AsContinue reading “Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”