Oh nsukuruWhat you mean to meIn life, just enoughYou give me energy Round and rough Small and largeSweet and sourSoft and hard Never the sameBut the same effect The first day I had oneI will never forget Firm, but squishy My thumb making a dent in the sideSweet juice drips outSome getting in my eyeContinue reading “Nsukuru (Orange)”
Category Archives: Poem
Not A Star
I want to be a moonNot a star Stars burn brightBut can’t get too close Moons pull oceansAnd laugh with the stars above The sun may bring comfortAnd merciless warmth But the moon can seeWhat a sun cannotIn the dark
“I Catch Glimpses…” Poetry Prompt Response
Prompt: “I catch glimpses of who I used to be, scattered like broken pieces of glass. Each shard reflects something different, and I’m left piecing it all together. But how do I rebuild what’s been shattered when I’m not sure where to start?” My mind is blinded by the flashing lights Of my distant futureContinue reading ““I Catch Glimpses…” Poetry Prompt Response”
Leo
The Leo Mighty lion Brave and true Proud but prideful The Leo
Ophiuchus
Oh dear, Ophiuchus Charmer of snakes Not of humanity Not yet known to me Ophiuchus
Rocky Mount
It’s always raining here The place where puddles appear It’s very rainy here
Ghost
A ghost visits me It’s a whisper in my ear Has it left me now?
Big Bang
Boom! Went the “Big Bang”! Stars are spreading all around! The universe grows!
MLK Competition Speech
I recently signed up for a Martin Luther King Jr oratorical competition. I am now posting the speech here for those who would like to see it. 🙂 (Update: I got first place!) The theme of this competition is “the time is right to do what is right”. But to do what is right youContinue reading “MLK Competition Speech”
This Poem Is Self-Aware
I’m writing a poemI know that is trueIt does have a rhythm It’s really nothing new This poem is self-awareI know that is trueIt knows of its waresAnd all it can do I’m writing this poemI know that is trueI wrote it just nowBut the thing is, did you? This poem wrote itselfI know thatContinue reading “This Poem Is Self-Aware”