Promises Poems
Waste not
by Tom Lathara
Waste not your thoughts on petty souls,
Waste not your words, not your warmth,
Waste not your energy, not your emotions
On mingy souls and their putrid minds.
An occasional skunk, a travel hazard,
A mandatory road toll the traveler pay,
May the nauseating stink not dampen your spirit
Many magnificent scenes await on your road ahead.
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People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Excerpts from Life
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
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Drifting
by Sihle Mjobo
What are we?
Damaged souls,
Museums for lost innocence?
Experiences’ consequence ?
Looking through wise eyes
Yet it still eludes us.
What is it?
That we fail to recognise
In seasonal soulmates
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by Adam Bowmanasdf
Continue readingPromise you'll remember me
by Mario Odekerken
Promise you'll remember me
not for the way I left,
but for how I stayed
when it mattered.
When the nights grew too long,
and silence pressed too close,
I was there,
maybe not loud,
but real.
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Rumours have it
by Mario Odekerken
Rumours have it
you walk through rooms without speaking
and still leave hearts burning behind.
They say your silence
is louder than thunder,
that your gaze unravels
even the strongest truths.
Whispers follow you-
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People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Excerpts from Life
by Saleh Ben Saleh
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
......
Drifting
by Sihle Mjobo
What are we?
Damaged souls,
Museums for lost innocence?
Experiences’ consequence ?
Looking through wise eyes
Yet it still eludes us.
What is it?
That we fail to recognise
In seasonal soulmates
......
