Experience Poems
Let Me Tell You What I Know
by Ololade Raji
Been around you know…
But let me tell you what I know
When Fate refuses to smile at you
And Nature condemns you to the rank of the wretched
Does that mean you should accept the sentence to suffer?
The key to life is to keep on living
Hoping that someday, somehow, something will happen to make it better
But until then, I do not have to beg for my living
Forget the fact that I did not come to this world with anything
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CONDITION OF THE HEART
by Shobhit Desai
WHEN A SIMPLE ARROW PIERCES THROUGH THE HEART,
THE FEELING IS LIKE WHEN YOU SEE A SMASHED SWEET LITTLE TART.
YOUR FACE TURNS PALE,
SPOILT DOUGH SOMEWHERE ON SALE.
THE BROKEN PIECES HURT MORE,
AS THEY BECOME SHARP AND HAVE TURNED SORE.
NOW THINK WHEN THE BROKEN HEART IS PIERCED INNUMERABLY,
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Living Impressions
by Sihle Mjobo
I worry too much about leaving an impression, sometimes I consequently do ,without actually living the impression. Facades end up being the real me. I can assure you! tomorrow I will definitely awake a new me ,depending on tonight’s resolution. I guess changing from time to time is an evolution. Born of necessity , ‘cause frequently it’s the only solution. When running out of options I make persona adoptions. And being what they want has always got me what I want.
I supposed I could never be juxtaposed, a foot on each side of the fence, and hence my stance was never final. I worshipped spontaneity, my abstract god who blesses me with feat after exciting feat, seldom curses me with blow after humbling blow, lending new perspectives every time it knocks me off my feet.
Never the less our yoke remains unbreakable. To me define and confine, do more than just rhyme. So I shove them in the same box, hide it where no one dares to look. I am an open book, not in the sense that I’m easy to read, I’m an unfinished masterpiece that can never be confined to a couple of pages tucked inside a vaguely titled cover, for you to discover the infinite mysteries of the cosmos within me.
I guess we’re all the same, masses on different journeys to self mastery. Armed with arrogance, humbled by experiences yet still putting ourselves above all else. I reckon that’s the way to live. If not then how else?
Sihle Sibabalo Mjobo
20/08/2017
Oh Yes!
by Aciis Khatiwada
From the inside, an ignition, all of a sudden.
But how?
An experience you feel so dire to experience.
You don’t have a clue but you want to.
You know the basics, but do you?
How do you approach? How do you start?
Mission Permission needs ignition.
The soul says ‘Yes’, the heart, Oh Yes!
Am i in a mess?
I’m in despair.
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Life's Reality Quote
by Joseph Ogbonna
Poverty may not necessarily
laziness connote,
and riches may not
necessarily hard work
indicate.
The hand of providence
does its major role play,
as successes and failures
to each man is assigned.
Work resiliently before
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The Road I Frequent
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
If you have seen it or traipsed on it,
You would have long since observed
That it's not paved with slabs of deception;
It’s a simple, lean road, fleshed and naked
It blends well with culture and the harmony
Of peace, curved effortlessly on its western incline.
It clutches at its vegetation when storms pervade
The earth
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Living Impressions
by Sihle Mjobo
I worry too much about leaving an impression, sometimes I consequently do ,without actually living the impression. Facades end up being the real me. I can assure you! tomorrow I will definitely awake a new me ,depending on tonight’s resolution. I guess changing from time to time is an evolution. Born of necessity , ‘cause frequently it’s the only solution. When running out of options I make persona adoptions. And being what they want has always got me what I want.
I supposed I could never be juxtaposed, a foot on each side of the fence, and hence my stance was never final. I worshipped spontaneity, my abstract god who blesses me with feat after exciting feat, seldom curses me with blow after humbling blow, lending new perspectives every time it knocks me off my feet.
Never the less our yoke remains unbreakable. To me define and confine, do more than just rhyme. So I shove them in the same box, hide it where no one dares to look. I am an open book, not in the sense that I’m easy to read, I’m an unfinished masterpiece that can never be confined to a couple of pages tucked inside a vaguely titled cover, for you to discover the infinite mysteries of the cosmos within me.
I guess we’re all the same, masses on different journeys to self mastery. Armed with arrogance, humbled by experiences yet still putting ourselves above all else. I reckon that’s the way to live. If not then how else?
Sihle Sibabalo Mjobo
20/08/2017
Experience
by Peter Dr Lim
I looked faraway
when the prize
was so near-
this very day!
Life's Reality Quote
by Joseph Ogbonna
Poverty may not necessarily
laziness connote,
and riches may not
necessarily hard work
indicate.
The hand of providence
does its major role play,
as successes and failures
to each man is assigned.
Work resiliently before
......
Oh Yes!
by Aciis Khatiwada
From the inside, an ignition, all of a sudden.
But how?
An experience you feel so dire to experience.
You don’t have a clue but you want to.
You know the basics, but do you?
How do you approach? How do you start?
Mission Permission needs ignition.
The soul says ‘Yes’, the heart, Oh Yes!
Am i in a mess?
I’m in despair.
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