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LAMENTATIONS OF A LIAR - Poems of Lamentations 001 -

021 Opening the box to unveil the truth; Searching for the right answer; Deciphering the lies and deception. But can you handle the crimson-colored fact? Lift the lid to see what's inside, But—be ready for you might get ruined. Now, open up your eyes to what you desire. Is the content to your liking? People hate lies and seek the truth, Without knowing that truth is more horrible than a lie. They abhorred the beautiful lies, But desire the painful truths. Ah really, what a bunch of fools. This i

Understanding Biblical Genres: From Poetry to Prophecy, Unraveling the Diversity of Scripture

The Bible is a diverse collection of books, each with its own unique style and purpose. From the poetic wisdom of Proverbs to the powerful prophetic messages of Jeremiah, understanding the different genres found in the Bible is crucial in order to fully grasp its message. One of the most well-known genres in the Bible is poetry. The book of Psalms is a prime example, with its poetic language and musical structure. These poems express a range of emotions, from praise and thanksgiving to lament an

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

THE PSYCHO'S CRANIUM

It's a playwright about mental instability, love and hurt.

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

"In the Shade of Simplicity: Ode to the Poor Man's Grace"

In a world of riches, where gold's embrace, A tale unfolds of a different grace. A humble soul, with dreams unfurled, A son of toil, a gem, the poor man of the world. In tattered clothes, his spirit unbowed, Through life's harsh storms, he has plowed. With calloused hands and weary eyes, He seeks solace under vast, open skies. No silver spoon, no fortunes vast, Yet resilience within, steadfast. His heart, a treasury of dreams untold, In the symphony of struggle, a story unfolds. With every sunri

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

Society's standards, By I. Fendler and T. du Plessis

Why do you judge me? Is it because I cover my face with paint, or because I hide my features with attire. I do so because I am ashamed, ashamed of what you'll think of me. Am I normal? You judge my weight , but you look just like me. You say I'm ugly , but your cheeks are covered with spots . I see nothing wrong with you, but why do you hurt me so? I try to fit i n, but all you do is push me away. Society's standards cut deep like razorblades. I thought I was normal, but why do you tell me diffe

MAGIC STONE

Story About Magic Stone 🤯🤯🤯

SHUTTERED

A wayfarer I have become on this desert, with pebbles in my shoe. With empty pouches, anxiousness makes my mouth dry and all I hear is the complaint of my belly. My HEART and MIND at war and I wonder, what will become of me if their mockery becomes ugly with time. And my wobbling limbs on the other hand will be out in no time, and for a second my death wishes were flashing before me. A seal is all I need, for I believed the wind will carry my wishes to my loved ones. To be dressed, viewed by all

SHE

For the girl child whose dream is becoming shattered by the miserable hands of those living around her. For th the girl child who's dying in pain day by day. For the girl child whose molested life has become a daily bread.

Ten Counts

030 One, two, don't let them blind your views. Beware of falsehood, beware of the shimmering lies. Three, four, guard your words, speak only the truth. Don't let them mislead your tongue with sweet rewards. Five, six, break free from the shackles, the restraint of power. Don't let the greed overcome your senses like a mermaid's lure. Seven, eight, safeguard your life for only the victors can tell a story. Don't haphazardly join a fight without a plan. Nine, ten, be the face of righteousness in t

A Love Note

It's your name i write down with my pen in poetry. it's your face i paint on wall with graffiti in art. It's your heart i embroidered with my soul in comfort.

What Is Success?

Success (the opposite of failure) is the status of having achieved and accomplished an aim or objective. Being successful means the achievement of desired visions and planned goals. Success in life means attaining your vision of a good life. It means achieving specific goals that result in the future you have planned for yourself. Success in life is defined by the individual. Your vision of success looks different than someone else's.

All Back

I’ll take it all back If it meant the rewind would fix all the cracks If it means love would stroll even deeper into our hearts And break apart the cages of lust. I’ll take it all back If spaces would close up And initiate those times we made kisses spark in the dark One on one,Eyes locked up to touch And heal the deepest parts Doubts sat to eat to play it’s dirty tracks I’ll take it all back, I’ll take it all back Even if for a minute just to dispatch Every moment of weakness that made us slack

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand, A resolute vine in life's demanding land, With leaves of strength, I faced the storm, My spirit steadfast, forever warm. From humble roots, my journey grew, Embracing challenges, old and new, Through darkest nights, I faced my fears, And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

Poem about Marriage

Several times when we look at the present generation, We may wonder about the reason for the marriage; Many marry for money and not following the love of their heart, with caution; Has the value and concept of marriage already changed? Now it requires courage? The modern generation has a different view of marriage than the previous ones; Today, one day they are married, tomorrow they file for divorce. Had the wedding performed been serious the day before? Or anguish for the bones? Marriage that

Cameroon and African Poetry

Invoking Peace

In Prison

In Prison Around me are walls That keep me from leaving. All I see are only corners With no doorways or passage. With nothing around to see But same all things every day, I remember the days Way back when I was free: The walks which I used to hate Because they kept me sweating Under the scorching heat Are one of those I want the most. I miss the loud honking of horns That angry motorists blew As they maneuvered through the crowd Of the never-ending traffic jam! Those beaches that I used to go Wi