Good morning (A poem)

Trees speak quietly,As the wind sweeps by.Clouds glow and inspire me,For a beautiful day draws nigh. Fresh air on my inhale,And yesterday is breathed out.New hope and love prevail,This is what living is all about. By: Phanuel Ayelum

Days find me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Sunrise finds me In places I love to be, Chasings views I love to see, Running out of breath, Yet continuing the journey. Sunset finds me Marveling at it’s beauty, Having moments in soliloquy, Standing in awe, Penning down some poetry. By: Phanuel Ayelum

Moonlight Musings (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Look you bright, You moonlit sky. Cast a shadow of my window frame, Onto my eyes. Depict the moon, For all her might. Reflecting fragments of day, Into the night. Like you bright, You nearby cloud. Inspire my mental magic, And let my thoughts run wild. 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 at

Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I could

I in art (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

My violin  Is a tool With which I make my emotions  More audible to you  My pencil  Is a wand For placing my imagination  Magically before my hand My keyboard  Is the technology  That allows me to plug my thoughts Into your mind effectively  And my pen  Is a mirror  That allows me to see

Afterglow (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There is still light Moments after dark.  A faint shimmer  Fading slowly  Into oblivion  Begging to be seen.  And I see it. By : Phanuel Ayelum

SAVED

My little feet carried me far away from home, from safety and comfort. A gush of wind blew and shut my ears, all I could hear was my foolish heart straying me to the valley of misery. The grass grew thicker and taller, the air around me was as cold as the hand of death