Greatness Poems

From the Darkness He molded the earth into a masterpiece where all could inhabit, all could live, created in His image we stood with no fear in our nakedness. The darkness that hides inside the darkness of the earth took

Some of us have it Most of us Wish we could just touch It for a second But few have any idea what it really Is or even how It’s formed that pulse You feel when want or desire so

Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,

The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of

Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.

Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The

for self deception sulfur fumes incite mood swings soaring to clean the malice, reaper of gravity zero what was the price, of a tongue, mimicking the greatness? between birth and death, for survival of crotch, undressing the fear, terror inflicts

They say love is blind, love is fake, they say it’s a thin line between love and hate, some love is real, some love we make, some love is weak, some love is great, is love a feeling or just

The glory of this world may live on may live on the tales of valour may there be recitals of history may the greatness be talked of this is the land where I belong this is the land I was

“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they

In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks

You pass through the prism of the Time Thine life is a segment of it Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines You constantly strive to exist Your feathers are odd among others – They’re lucent and white,

Ephemeral landscapes Anything for an ethereal escape. Through trodden lands come fatuous perceptions. As though materials fade behind the shadowy hem of night, Hasty winds succumb through numerous violations. Empty space here, concrete expressions of plight Downward facing valleys may

If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it

I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

Blinded by religion the world is, Touched by holiness, everythings at ease. The parents of a girl of seven Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven. His deeds and thoughts were said to be long, His greatness

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

She walks boldy with confidence. She walks awoken with consciousness. She walks with her head held high as she looks upon Her Father in the heavenly sky. As she walks by they get one glance into her eyes. Something that

Look into my eyes my Son and tell me what you see Speak softly into my ear and tell me what you saw Listen to what I say; it’s what you saw in my eyes and heard from my lips

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead

No more tears darling daughter Dad loves your tingling laughter. It pains to see you whine and cry To console you with a hug,I try But you know that it is far As now I am a twinkling Star. No

A tribal fear was lurking, behind a surge of emotion. The sun was looking black. A sexual abuse of a quaint flower aborts the fruit. This year we will go hungry. A nascent seed stripped on road- cries for water.

I am born a Human But chained like a Dog. They say I am Free But my soul is in Bonds. I am free to Speak But my words are Chosen. I have the right to Think But my thoughts

Going backfoot he looked inside himself and felt a breeze on empty stomach. Mother-of-pearl, he was a sand grain in the eye of a storm. He wanted to shut off all beliefs to further the search of truth, be happened,

A tiny little bee buzzing on a tree flutters its wings inspecting every flower for the divine nectar! A tiny little ant scurries its way waving its feelers inspecting every particle if it is its food! A chirping little sparrow

By the Waters Edge I sit at the waters edge A soft warm breeze at my face The water that runs through my fingers the warm breeze on my face will never pass this way again The days and years

It is quiet now Only sounds of startled breath The glass lies quiety, soundlessly now, shattered upon the stairs Shining in the moonlight An impression of diamonds from rain It is dark You are unable to see the tears, the

In younger years & on my own accord…I wasted so much time on you love, searching for validity of your created nature… seeking the same emotional high, others who’ve experienced you, say, is in the vapors emitting from your exotic

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

Run, run and run, Life is a long run: Neither you and nor me Can win it and be free. Except the ultimatum, That’s Death!—–which is sure to come. No winner and no runnersup, Neither silver nor golden cup. Newly

Nobody ever saw her break She carried around an awful ache A smile that could warm your heart Slowly frowned at she fell apart Nobody knew of her silent struggles Not one person knew of her troubles Her inner demons

Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

People say love and cough can’t be hidden, That’s how I know why my heartbeats run. I forgot when this loving feeling begun, Seems like just yesterday, hours pass a million. Loving you doesn’t need any reason, Not an illusion

You were a stranger A stranger for whom I didn’t care To meet you, was my worst nightmare. The first time I saw you, All seemed so vague. I had no desire to impress The thoughts were less to express.