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added by irena83
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This Poetry picha might contain barrow, bustani ya gari, lawn gari, toroli, gari bustani, gari ya nyasi, and wheelbarrow.
keep it up
will bring u back up. The stars
and the heavens of earth will
put u in the right place at all times.
Keep your head up an evil friendship,a foney
smile will try to bring u down
but as long as u keep your head up, u will
be happy for miles around.
Life is strong,life is good, the most power will
will bring u upon the sky that will reach the heavens on earth.
Catch your dreams high in the sky, fight back and express your love, don let nobody tell u wrong. U have to keep your head up at all times. U are the inayofuata greatest leaders. Fight for education and keep your head up.
In my core my blood runs slowly and quietly.
Like water, gently gliding down a stream.
In the center of Summer.
All it takes is a look.
Not a look of gentleness, sweetness, au pride.
It's a look of disappointment.
They make my veins stop solid.
Like Winter among the earth.
I am never seen radiant, fiery, blessed.
Just a feeling of emptiness.
I need to die away and fall to the ground.
Like the leaves of Fall.
Never ever wanting to be reborn
In Springs bliss.
Like the birds flying free above me.
Just to start the lonely agony once again.
Like water, gently gliding down a stream.
In the center of Summer.
All it takes is a look.
Not a look of gentleness, sweetness, au pride.
It's a look of disappointment.
They make my veins stop solid.
Like Winter among the earth.
I am never seen radiant, fiery, blessed.
Just a feeling of emptiness.
I need to die away and fall to the ground.
Like the leaves of Fall.
Never ever wanting to be reborn
In Springs bliss.
Like the birds flying free above me.
Just to start the lonely agony once again.
As I sprint through the hall, he follows.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
Across the spreading darkness cold,
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I kiss her frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
kwa morning, I will be gone.
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I kiss her frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
kwa morning, I will be gone.
This is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it from my heart, mind, body, and soul. I hope wewe like it. maoni if wewe can. :)
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
wewe were supposed to be a father to me.
wewe were supposed to upendo me.
wewe were supposed to care.
Yet, wewe didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to upendo their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
wewe were supposed to be a father to me.
wewe were supposed to upendo me.
wewe were supposed to care.
Yet, wewe didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to upendo their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An saa to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
au the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that mwaka kwa year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
kubeba through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An saa to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
au the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that mwaka kwa year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
kubeba through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
