An extract from my collection of poems |
THE VILLAIN His eyes red like lava Across villages he is named destroyer Yet he presents an image of a farmer From evil deeds he never retire He picks on the young and old He knows not another but his kind The rest he sets to grind Victims were counted among the bold Into his fold he brought assassins In the shadows, he performed the deeds Trampling on the weak just to rise Crushing the innocents as he pleases Alas! He is frightened and shaken Across the land he is beaten That which gives him strength is taken From afar he is known to be broken Stuck in a distant land he is coping Counting the days, hoping to be coming His legacy is known yet breaking Each passing day renders him a weakling THOU ART A RECEIVER If only I had the power to cater Then I shall be a giver And the offering; thou art a receiver To hurt you; I shall never From when I could not remember To when I am able to recall Thou held me since when I was tender Watching me daily as I grew tall I know what I know cos thou taught me Guiding me to the light so I could see Thy unconditional presence never fade Always there to keep me safe THE LONELY SOUL In need of a company, I search Arms as empty as a vacuum, I stretch With high hopes, I hope to catch Happiness and comfort; when I reach Oh! how lonely I remain Several efforts exhausted, yet in vain Joy and company, I seek to gain But oh! How lonely I remain It's seems hard to feel anything Wishing to be filled with something To acquire that which is missing How I long to have that feeling The feeling of that special thought Knowing that there is someone in it Someone to keep the mind at rest To face each day at my bestLINK TEXT HERE ▼ |