I lay afloatOn the sea of your liesAnd upon the tears I’ve criedI lay afloat. Without a boatI have sailed your tidesStayed by your stormy sideWithout a boat. Without a coatI have stood in the rainOf your never ending painWithout a coat. By: Phanuel Ayelum
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
I can live forever,In writing what I think.I can be,ImmortalisedBy my indelible ink. 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.
I’ll always have a comeback, Greater than my fall. Rising to a height, Greater than before. 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
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
Sometimes, I wish I couldn’t feel. That way I’d never have pain, And never need to heal. I wish I could beWithout emotion. To be numbed fromDesire and passion. Sometimes,Emotions cripple me in every way.Poetry is oftentimesThe only reason I’d like them to stay. 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.
On days when I detest myselfYou still think the world of me.Seeing me for what I amThrough the lens of what I could be. On days when I’m lowYou find ways to raise me sky high.Treating me as if I were valuableI can never really understand why But I’m grateful… By: Phanuel Ayelum