Poetic World 98 😘

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

💬 Who are you?

Ode to Dulce Commode : A tale of Sweetness You are the story you long To read, let me weave a tale Of your sweetness, as I Extract sugar from the Crevices off your heart. Maybe you've never wandered Through a sugar plantation, But there's one flourishing Within your heart's embrace. Your dulcet thought, is a Root to love that anchors mine Weak heart, no wonder i ne'er Fall. That saccharine leaf Node is a shade to all broken Hearts, a sign of respect. © Charles Lungu.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

💬 Who are you?

When I look back, I.. I realise I was naive. Followed my stupid heart's notions like a blind puppy with Job's faith in people. Offering my innocence on the platter to Herod's daughter. Ndaiti ishamwari yangu yepedyo. All she ever wanted was the money My own blood sold me off to Egypt. Where my body was auctioned to the highest bidder. Canaan is not anywhere in the horizon. I barely even dream of it... _To be continued_ *Word_wind'24 ©®* *#workinprogress*

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

*A GLIMMER OF HOPE♪* A glimmer of hope to relinquish doubt... Fear in grand, aggrandizing the thoughts of trepidation! Not me but Thee! In the wilderness cried I — in search of solace I remained dormant... Dominated by the strife of life yet would I enliven a legacy of thrives in sprees... We're told *the water that drains quickly was in love with the earth then* so is love in the hands of its traitors disguised as lovers... A lover's hope is the intent of being lovable forever, for the traitor to truncate that love with abhorrence... Hold on, there appears to be a glimmer of hope after every demise... Don't be dismayed, life would smile at us again and we shall conceive love; unfurled.... Aye! . *©️Theophy IP*

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

Book of Life _Nalianya_ Life is like a book, a tale unfurled, Filled with chapters of joy and aching sorrows. Each page turned, a story to be told, With moments of triumph and dreams we hold. In the opening lines, you'll enter the world, Blank pages beckon, waiting to be filled. The innocence of youth, a tender start, With boundless curiosity in every part. As we venture forth, the plot takes shape, With twists and turns, both gentle and severe. The characters we meet, their lives intertwine, Leaving imprints on our hearts, like poetic lines. Some chapters are bright, bathed in golden light, Filled with laughter, love, and sweet delight. Friendships forged, like ink on pristine pages, Creating memories that withstand the ages. But shadows loom, for no story is without pain, Heartbreak and loss, like tears upon the rain. In these darkest moments, We find our strength to keep turning the pages Life's conflicts rise, like mountains to ascend, Challenges faced, like battles we must defend. Yet in every lows, We learn, grow and glow as chapters flows. Through the middle chapters, we seek our purpose, Searching for meaning and a life that's worth this. Exploring passions, seeking paths unknown, Discovering our true selves, as we've grown. You'll read things you don't want to read, You'll learn lessons that you don't desire to hold. You'll meet characters: grouchy and gregarious characters, And you'll not miss out affable ones. And as the final chapters come into view, We reflect on the journey, the highs and lows. The bittersweet nostalgia of moments gone by, Leaving footprints on our souls, like stars in the sky. So cherish the pages, the chapters, the tale, For life is a book, an exquisite travail. _LishyWrites_ © Nalianya 2023/05/08