When the last is gone of our hopes, Shall we let our bodies dangle on ropes? Shall the night give up those secret tears Shade behind her walls, begotten of hidden fears? Shall we choose to sleep? Rather

You sprouted in dry, sandy and infertile land, A seed fallen from a careless farmer’s basket, Like a weed, growing where it is not wanted! You thrived through the scorching hit of destiny, Not watered,

There is a tree now desolate where once the song bird sung. Gone silent, Gone silent. Still on the walls of memory she hangs; A portrait shattered but still treasured, Still in the air her sweet voice

All are returning to dust, Oh lord, let not this poem be my last. Give me a few more years, To cause more laughter, dry more tears. When I have finally run my race, fought my fight, Allow me retire and

24 " Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

Heavy is the cross I bare; In the heavy sand of insanity I pull my feet, Through the desert of happiness I wander; I thirst for waters of hope in a land desolate of any, The sky is all blue: no sign it

Life is like a candle burning in the dark. when soft winds blow it flickers, when strong winds blow it goes off, But sometimes it burns down on its own, When life, with the heat of age ,like wax, melts

The world today is not a pleasant place to be. One can’t help but ask, are we any different from Sodom and Gomorra? The events unfolding are shameful, the headlines disgusting. Mankind has totally lost

King Ochola has fallen, the gods have entrusted the kingdom to his young and inexperienced son Otim. It’s to be questioned for it’s against tradition, but the gods are wise. Far in the land of the enemies

They were great poets; They added color to the rain Bow of lives, Painters of reality with a pen On paper sheets. So sweet they wrote: Philosophy about life, The nimbus that would one day depart, The rains

We look into the ugly mirror of reality, the pictures seem pale and blurred; we hardly believe what we see and we often shy off from reality. We are scared of the biter truth , we have failed ourselves

Hello everybody, my name is eliano and I am very delighted to be part of the steemit family and community. I joined Steemit in June 2018 and it’s been a few days of such a wonderful adventurous stay here,

While young we had a long future ahead of us: Too many dreams and too many expectations. A long the way years like speeding vehicles by passed us, By and by we tried to catch up with them but in vain.

The pictures of the future seem blurred, The lights on our paths seem dim, In the darkness of reality we journey, through the valleys and shadows of death we trek. we strain our eyes through the mist of

I came home from work today and was surprised to find that there was a party taking place inside my little sitting room. One thing rang in my mind as usual and I thought it was a surprise party organized

Once I had a friend called Paul, One winter Paul left in the fall. He didn’t mind leaving in the rain, He said he didn’t want to miss the train. I watched him fade like wasted years, He didn’t even look