nelson-n-nsarhaza - Hello Poetry

I can feel it in my soul, a ripple stirring within. In the deepest crevice, there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!" So why should I waver? That storm has passed, and the sea is calm. I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come, its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.

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Oct 8, 2024

Oct 8, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC

It Is Done!

I can feel it in my soul, a ripple stirring within. In the deepest crevice, there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!" So why should I waver? That storm has passed, and the sea is calm. I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come, its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.

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I don't have writer's block, I just don't write. If there was ever a block, It's my blockhead. So, why am I writing this? I don't know. Maybe there is a hole in my block. Does this mean I can write again? Maybe something that feels right? I don't know. Is there even anything that I know? I don't know. Maybe it's that I have writer's block.

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC

Maybe Writer's Block

I don't have writer's block, I just don't write. If there was ever a block, It's my blockhead. So, why am I writing this? I don't know. Maybe there is a hole in my block. Does this mean I can write again? Maybe something that feels right? I don't know. Is there even anything that I know? I don't know. Maybe it's that I have writer's block.

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Initially, it was an innocent feeling A longing to escape treacherous lives. In one season the seed was sown, And in another hope was reaped. Before long, the path to new lands was paved. Differing thoughts bound by creed, Met at the river of blood Parting between Ebony and Ivory. It was grief that sheltered them. At home, it was prosperity that was desired. Love was for Lady Success, yet unrequited. But amongst the best, the love brought setbacks, And amongst the worst, it carried envy. Thus the path to wealth blocked with thorns and thistles. The seeds sown among the thorns, Are the peerless seeds. But disillusions of wealth and pleasure choke them, Reaping nothing but unfruitful labour.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC

CREED AND GRIEF

Initially, it was an innocent feeling A longing to escape treacherous lives. In one season the seed was sown, And in another hope was reaped. Before long, the path to new lands was paved. Differing thoughts bound by creed, Met at the river of blood Parting between Ebony and Ivory. It was grief that sheltered them. At home, it was prosperity that was desired. Love was for Lady Success, yet unrequited. But amongst the best, the love brought setbacks, And amongst the worst, it carried envy. Thus the path to wealth blocked with thorns and thistles. The seeds sown among the thorns, Are the peerless seeds. But disillusions of wealth and pleasure choke them, Reaping nothing but unfruitful labour.

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I hate people and love them at the same time. I despise this world but can't seem to come to terms with accepting my hatred for it. The beauty blinds me, the wonders piques my interest and all the more dragging me down a path I could never have conjured in my mind. I don't see a point in anything, yet every little thing holds the most significant factor to make the most mesmerising point. It's all utterly confusing! With questions bouncing me back and forth until perhaps, I reach old age. The question of life is simply a question to carry me forth. A question with no answer, yet with every imaginable result and answers. If spewing crap means the temporary answer to life, then I guess I'll stick to my ****

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC

Stick To My ****

I hate people and love them at the same time. I despise this world but can't seem to come to terms with accepting my hatred for it. The beauty blinds me, the wonders piques my interest and all the more dragging me down a path I could never have conjured in my mind. I don't see a point in anything, yet every little thing holds the most significant factor to make the most mesmerising point. It's all utterly confusing! With questions bouncing me back and forth until perhaps, I reach old age. The question of life is simply a question to carry me forth. A question with no answer, yet with every imaginable result and answers. If spewing crap means the temporary answer to life, then I guess I'll stick to my ****

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Surrounded yet completely alone, It's the rule that our mothers taught us, always stay together. Together, entanglement binds it together, Predators take at ease to engulf, consume. Those that swim, flow solo. So I remain huddled, I merge and now I'm surrounded, All the same, completely isolated. I stay for hope, protection and direction, is this a false impression? Split, torn in silence I suffer, So I turn back to reflect, "I had, I have control, right?" I segregate and eliminate the feeling of metamorphosis, From prayer to predator. Now I've shifted gears, further up the food chain once more, Again, I'm surrounded yet completely alone. Though, this time I've grown! Poem by Lionelle Nsarhaza

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC

School Of Fish

Surrounded yet completely alone, It's the rule that our mothers taught us, always stay together. Together, entanglement binds it together, Predators take at ease to engulf, consume. Those that swim, flow solo. So I remain huddled, I merge and now I'm surrounded, All the same, completely isolated. I stay for hope, protection and direction, is this a false impression? Split, torn in silence I suffer, So I turn back to reflect, "I had, I have control, right?" I segregate and eliminate the feeling of metamorphosis, From prayer to predator. Now I've shifted gears, further up the food chain once more, Again, I'm surrounded yet completely alone. Though, this time I've grown! Poem by Lionelle Nsarhaza

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*Indescribable, So I've been told, Emotions so beyond scientific reasoning. Unspeakable, a wonder in itself, Yet, everyone speaks and knows of it. Prescribable, everyone recommends, Outcomes so prove otherwise. Inexpressible, words are never enough, Yet, everyone so repeats the same word. Love, What are you to become? With me in mind!*

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC

Emotion Beyond

*Indescribable, So I've been told, Emotions so beyond scientific reasoning. Unspeakable, a wonder in itself, Yet, everyone speaks and knows of it. Prescribable, everyone recommends, Outcomes so prove otherwise. Inexpressible, words are never enough, Yet, everyone so repeats the same word. Love, What are you to become? With me in mind!*

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A world chock-full of desolate, To pride of supposed joy I scurry. A world plenteous of seclusion, To hubris of felicity I secrete. A world so stuffed of vain, To narcissism of hope I scamper.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC

Vanity of Hope.

A world chock-full of desolate, To pride of supposed joy I scurry. A world plenteous of seclusion, To hubris of felicity I secrete. A world so stuffed of vain, To narcissism of hope I scamper.

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Abandoned he is becoming, Forgotten for most, Yet, never a thought away, from adversity. Forced between bona fide and mythical, What is he to become, what are we to become? Answers, replies and responses, What are of those? To seek a must, Only to abandon a discovery. False or untrue, Notion of him dwells deep within.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC

He.

Abandoned he is becoming, Forgotten for most, Yet, never a thought away, from adversity. Forced between bona fide and mythical, What is he to become, what are we to become? Answers, replies and responses, What are of those? To seek a must, Only to abandon a discovery. False or untrue, Notion of him dwells deep within.

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Be, Don't try, Let thoughts flow, Don't think. Move, Don't operate, Unsee the unexpected, Don't anticipate. BE.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC

BE.

Be, Don't try, Let thoughts flow, Don't think. Move, Don't operate, Unsee the unexpected, Don't anticipate. BE.

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Your silence, worth more than words Yet I take heed to your words. It costs me severely, to listen. Your words, worth more than silence Yet I take heed to your silence. It costs me severely, to speculate. Nelson N. Nsarhaza

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC

Words and Silence

Your silence, worth more than words Yet I take heed to your words. It costs me severely, to listen. Your words, worth more than silence Yet I take heed to your silence. It costs me severely, to speculate. Nelson N. Nsarhaza

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