#unshaken
Nothing was said by the tides of the lake
As they were frozen in time
Nothing will do to start and shake
The core of this lake, oh, sublime!
One can try to guess what was last spoken,
Perhaps it was hating on all things unfair
Nothing was left behind, not a clue or a token
To unveil the secrets, to clean up the air
One more look at these rough edges
Underneath of a smooth glistening glass
They are there ,muted for ages
Frozen thoughts , waiting for winter to pass!
Only celestial kisses that fall quietly
Gather to form a white blanket
On the chest of this lake, oh so lovely
That holds its breath, unshaken.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
Courage and strength in the midst of her fear
Disguises her feelings, though she woke up in tears
Uneven, rocky and rough her journey will be
Winding and long her roads are temporarily
She’s confused of the thoughts that even the toughest will tire
That the strongest will be weak and the happiest will cry
She has begun to find doubts on how far she could go
She started to get scared if she would be able to go through
There were minutes of choosing to stop and finally give up
But still she thought of how long did she hold on and how she has battled so tough
Then she thought of how God has led her way and guided her journey
Showing her unshaken smile, she stood up again and began her odyssey.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
I have been homeless
But never hopeless.
I have been jobless
But not faithless.
I have been penniless
But happy nevertheless.
I have been laughed at
But have never cared about that.
I have been downplayed
All I did was prayed.
I have been talked about,
Thrown out,
And beaten up...
Yet have never given up!
My home has been taken
But I have never been shaken.
When my possessions were removed,
I remained resolute and not moved.
I have been disenfranchised
Ostracized
And immobilized...
Yet I remained unfazed!
I have been used
And falsely accused.
I have been seriously abused,
And my ego bruised.
Though my suffering has been long,
Yet I have remained strong.
I have been called all sorts of names,
And unjustly pinned with blames...
Like the mighty baobab tree,
I haven't been moved as you can see.
#IvanBrooksPoetry©
12/6/2018
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
As I look forward,
squinting my eyes and peering
ahead,
I feel a chilling wind on the back of my neck.
A shiver goes up my spine,
I break into a cold sweat.
I have lost focus of my path.
I know not where I am running.
I trip and fall,
and injure myself.
I watch as darkness engulfs me.
I am not scared.
The darkness had ugly eyes,
and I stared right into them.
The darkness vanished as swiftly as it had come.
The abyss realized that,
I know to battle,
even with the reminiscences
of my past.
-storm-
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC