My second article has finally been published in Writers Space Africa August Edition. WSA is a literary magazine for African writers. You can download the complete magazine right here.
Showing posts with label My Favourite Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Favourite Poems. Show all posts
Taming the Beast
I am tough
Callous and rough
Determined to the will
Sturdy enough to fulfill
I am a beast
Born to feast
A wanderer within the night
Raised strong to survive life’s fight
You can see in my eyes
I wear no disguise
And you, you are the beauty
To which the beast
“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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| Road not taken.... |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(http://classicalpoets.org/10-greatest-poems-ever-written/)
Caged Bird by Maya Angelou
The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
Traveller, There Is No Path : Antonio Machado
The path is made by walking.
Everything passes on and everything remains,
But our lot is to pass on,
To go on making paths,
Paths across the sea.
I never sought glory,
Nor to leave my song
In the memory of man;
I love those subtle worlds,
Weightless and graceful,
As bubbles of soap.
You are my morning and Evening Star
Poem By Francis Chanda (2018)
You are my morning and evening star
My beautiful love
The flower that bloomed in my heart
It neither longs for water nor light
but your smile
Life wants you to be my
past… but my heart, my future
You are the ink of my mind,
The drum of my heart beat and
simply the voice that took
my heart away. The perfect word I
spell better is you.
Like the sun never leave the day…
I will be with you.
Like a diamond ring, you hold
my heart and like numbers, I
count on you.
