Poems written by Damiam Vincent Henry

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Damiam Vincent Henry

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A man told me how he and his friends who made fun of a pastor who spoke about faith; he quickly changed his topic to 'Hope' and it was like he managed to get their attention. Everything became silent and they started to really listen. When the pastor had finished the bible lesson. He walked up to them, and spoke with such a love that they started weeping.Soon that very same boy spoke to me as a pastor, about life .But I didn't care how important it was, I didn't truly understand the power of words. I lacked to understand but felt his passion. Everything he said, felt personally meant for me. I could not stop myself from listening.I was not a mistake, and later realized that there were people who cared. It only took one man to make me realize I was searching for hope in all the wrong places. I was fully convinced that my purpose was to do what he did. But he surprised me once again.At that last moment, he stared directly into my soul and said, "Don't ever try to be like me or any other human on this earth. You'll only find disappointment. I'm just a man. We all have a purpose and along the way you'll be judged by the world. But never stop!" "Free yourself by opening your heart and mind to the truth. That when you speak, always be happy."

Oil

Oil long poem

The oil came deep, from underneath. the earth could bleed, her blood was black. But men knew not___ they pierced her skin. It all seemed fair, but deep within. She cried aloud, and gasped for air. They took her oil,

Yrteop

Yrteop long poem

born in chains I could not see, heart was pure and mind still free, but as the time had passed me by, I noticed love and peace say bye… I read; without a shadow of a doubt, I wrote; beyond

Snakes And Ladders

Snakes And Ladders long poem

We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought

Capetonia Flatsenburg

Capetonia Flatsenburg long poem

We never regret being insubordinate, but she has room for those torn apart, despite their hearts so full of hate. Their tears are the hurts of the heart. They cry not knowing, she is watching, listening, concerned of their well-being,

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred short poem

Far before the time we’re in, a tribe had lost their Khoisan king, who led his tribe, and led him well, compassionate king with love for all, for he made sure they’re nicely fed. For this king was a thoroughbred,

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

Taboo

Taboo short poem

They called me a king, back when I was still nothing. I knew they saw something, but I just couldn’t bear knowing… that I would never be a delicate instrument. Such as words said, uttered, written down on a piece,

Impromptu

Impromptu long poem

Often yet not frequent, I’d see this young delinquent, An exact image of whom I were most recent, So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant. That very moment, Ne’er ought I insinuate