On a peaceful day
I take a look out the window
the day is bright
and the sky is blue
I try to write
but the words won’t come out
On a peaceful day
In the darkness, she doesn’t need light to see him because she knows the shape of his face, the width, and pointiness of his nose and the distance between it and his lips.
In the social media world,
24 hours is considered an eternity
1,000 likes feel like you won the lottery
and 10,000 followers make you a hotshot
See, I have a smile on my face
but it’s not really a smile
This is my smiley face
the one I switch to
so I’m not told to smile
Sometimes, it’s best to speak up.
Sometimes, it’s best to be quiet.
Sometimes, it’s best to hold on.
Sometimes, it’s best to let go.
In celebration of World Poetry Day, I’m sharing my poetry writing journey with you. I published my first prose in May, 2017 and my first poem in June, 2017. The poems I wrote initially, were a release of emotions I felt at that time.
Guess who’s been blogging for two years? Me! I still can’t believe a whole two years have gone by just like that. It was all a dream when I signed up on WordPress on the 7th of March, 2017 and published my first post. I had no idea what I wanted to do exactly. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to share my knowledge with the world and inspire people while doing so.
I did something last month that I had never done before, I wrote with writing prompts. Writing prompts are learning assignments that direct you to write about a particular topic. The February writing challenge was organized by The African Writers, a community dedicated to promoting, developing and connecting the new generation of African writers.
faces I don’t recognize
staring right at me
If I could paint a picture
of the life I want,
I’ll choose lots of sunshine
rainbows and butterflies.
I’ll choose lots of laughter
peace and joy.
I find myself saying things I don’t mean often not because I wish to lie but more because I have automatic replies I’ve constructed in my head.
I’m going to take a seat
order a drink
and talk to you
just for a little while
Sometimes I wonder
if I’m a burden
if I’m fulfilling a purpose
if I’m barely existing not living
if I shouldn’t have quit that job
or turned down that offer
if I shouldn’t have used those words
Hi everyone, hope you had a creative week. As promised, I’m back with the second edition of short poems about love. There are five poems in this post, have a look and let me know which one you like/resonates with you most.
is used too lightly
and too often
it’s lost it’s essence.
A loud bang and glass shattered all around me. “Not again” was the first thought that came to my head. I was in shock but only for a millisecond this time. I grabbed my bag from the floor, held on tight to my phone, turned my back towards them and told my brother to drive.