#poeticsurge

Sometimes I find myself Loosing focus Straying from the course I set out For myself and then i feel like I should just flow with it But then I hear my inner self Say to me You've only tried once and you

Am almost done with this Then he turned to Prince Johnson and continued ''...I think we should be on our way now sir. Our attention maybe needed in the palace'' ''go well my princes'' They stood up and

So episode 7 is here ''My father just like i said I haven't come to harm anyone, I have come in peace.......'' he pause for some minutes after which he continued ''My father I didn't really plan for this

I found a beautiful piece of artwork (a poem actually) and I'll love to give it a befitting appreciation based on my understanding the poem. First, I give much gratitudes to @tony-duke and @ajremy for

Imagesource Waking up to the sound of cooing pigeons Recounting many blurry ordeals dreamy eyes saw Seemingly not on the right side of the bed A good day ahead I prayed Strolling against the windy winds

Binded in shackle like when two lives become one My body, Nolleyed Artistic values she painted And designed my back with a three mouthed brush Her behaviour had a knife, and like cutting through a bulb

Who can understand the thoughts of a filtered mind, Deep in it's grooves lie granules of grief, Who will make the time to sift through and find, The calloused, wretched stones of disbelief. What now can

*EMPTINESS * source Can a man live without a soul Then why can't I find mine I wish I could be whole. For I think I am empty. What link does past have with present That my future looks so haunted Go away!

A filled mind experssed in empty words A million thoughts expressed in one word That word which is enough for the wise And leaves the fool in the fools paradise Thy words are sacred, thy words of light