#monrovia - Hello Poetry

I thought for a while that I had been misread a long time, for I do not feel. I continue to hurt those around me, my skin does not peel. I suppose to some, to be known is the most beautiful feeling. I’m reeling! From the realization and dread, that perhaps all these years, I might have been dead.

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC

Mon_rovia938

What If

I thought for a while that I had been misread a long time, for I do not feel. I continue to hurt those around me, my skin does not peel. I suppose to some, to be known is the most beautiful feeling. I’m reeling! From the realization and dread, that perhaps all these years, I might have been dead.

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High up above our war-torn city, On Snapper hills sit the old lighthouse. For years in storms, she did her duty Rain or shine without any kind of excuse. High above our beautiful sandy shores, Just like a good mother, she watches not only over vessels but those Who lost hopes and suffered all kinds of damages. The light she flashes has for years, Served as a perpetual beacon of hope For those with bad memories and fears, those traumatized by wars who still can't live and cope. High above Monrovia, she stands Watching the resilient people below Survivors of the deadly Ebola strands Who once refused to bow their heads low. High above she sits, beyond the Montserrado basin. At night her light remains the star of the city, That has endured moaning and crying, A city that has seen the good, the bad and the ugly. The old lighthouse still stands there today, directing maritime traffic at night and flashing light over our beloved city That for years witnessed a ****** and senseless fight. IB-Poetry©️ 2/19/2018

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC

Vanguard-Poetry23

The Lighthouse Above Monrovia

High up above our war-torn city, On Snapper hills sit the old lighthouse. For years in storms, she did her duty Rain or shine without any kind of excuse. High above our beautiful sandy shores, Just like a good mother, she watches not only over vessels but those Who lost hopes and suffered all kinds of damages. The light she flashes has for years, Served as a perpetual beacon of hope For those with bad memories and fears, those traumatized by wars who still can't live and cope. High above Monrovia, she stands Watching the resilient people below Survivors of the deadly Ebola strands Who once refused to bow their heads low. High above she sits, beyond the Montserrado basin. At night her light remains the star of the city, That has endured moaning and crying, A city that has seen the good, the bad and the ugly. The old lighthouse still stands there today, directing maritime traffic at night and flashing light over our beloved city That for years witnessed a ****** and senseless fight. IB-Poetry©️ 2/19/2018

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One day God created the Heavens and Earth and Sonewen From that impoverished Ghetto came great men and women And from her shores came Zogos that are nationally notorious Yet from in one blessed home came a child bound to be famous. From His Throne he saw that his handed works was very good So In every households He placed a family to populate the hood And so from sunrise to sunset, their faces glowed with happiness Yet it was from one blessed home came a poet bound for greatness. One day the rumours of war began to echo on the playgrounds It was December and arid heat had just dried up the muddy ponds As far as the eyes could see, stranded frogs hopped and jumped Signs the history of the Sonewen ghetto was about to be transformed. Transformed it did because in her, the elements of war found a safe haven Exacerbated by war, compounded by poverty still to God she said Amen Trusting in Him to bless and bring prosperity according to his divine favors So from this humble child comes a big thank you for answering his prayers .

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC

Vanguard-Poetry23

Ghetto Poet

One day God created the Heavens and Earth and Sonewen From that impoverished Ghetto came great men and women And from her shores came Zogos that are nationally notorious Yet from in one blessed home came a child bound to be famous. From His Throne he saw that his handed works was very good So In every households He placed a family to populate the hood And so from sunrise to sunset, their faces glowed with happiness Yet it was from one blessed home came a poet bound for greatness. One day the rumours of war began to echo on the playgrounds It was December and arid heat had just dried up the muddy ponds As far as the eyes could see, stranded frogs hopped and jumped Signs the history of the Sonewen ghetto was about to be transformed. Transformed it did because in her, the elements of war found a safe haven Exacerbated by war, compounded by poverty still to God she said Amen Trusting in Him to bless and bring prosperity according to his divine favors So from this humble child comes a big thank you for answering his prayers .

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