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My best friend tells me that she was born in the wrong time. That her viking ancestors would be ashamed of how much she can't handle. How she's no warrior. So I take her to a powwow that my sister's dancing at and let her feel the vibrations of the drums pound through her feet. I tell her maybe our war drums are our heartbeats. She's fighting herself and using razors as her soldiers. I say, if you need sharp things let's use arrows to figure out where east is so we can run towards the rising sun like my ancestors did. We can use words as our shield walls in battle and I can be the dragon head on your ship to scare off the enemy in dark and foggy times. If you want to get a little pagan I'll burn all my sage for you and we can pray to all the gods we've heard stories of. I'll teach you all the tricks my shima’ sani taught me. We are warriors. But is it selfish of me to hope that you never go to Valhalla? I want you to live long after the fighting ends.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
Viking Visits the Reservation
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
Nightmares.
Tirka-tirka ana tara tara. Hujjojin duka an tattara. Lauyoyi sun debi wara. A can kotu kuwa an fara. Tattara hujjoji a fili karara. A cikin kotun koli ba'a bara. In baka da hujja sai ka tara. Wani lokaci ko wata shekara. Wata zai kama, mu dau kara Don tsula biri ya shirya zara. Buri nasa yayi ta kona kara Tsula tuni a kai nasa ya sha gora Wata ya doso Lokacin tsayawar sa ya taso Jama'a ku zo mu siyo soso Mu wanke dattin kwanso Wata kila tsula zai je gidan kaso Kuma za'a daure shi a kwankwaso Zai yi ta tsalle ko baya so Don ya sha wankan soso Wai ina yake ne, kantoma Mun sani baka da makoma In ka tafi ba badda kama Duk abin da ka shuka zai girma Zaka girba tabbas ba tantama A gidan kaso ko a magarkama. An fara duba wata. Ga samaniya ta haskaka Masoyan korra sun rausaya Murna ta su ta wuce zolaya To ina masoya ja? Sun hauhawa. Farashi nasu ya raurawa, ya fadi kasa tamkar wawa. Tun sun ga wata a samaniya, jinjiri me yaye hayaniya, Sun tunzura su yi hayaniya. Shugaban jam'iyya yace Kowa ya fito da idaniya Ya kura su sama yayi dubiya Jariri na wata zai bayyana A daren yau ko gobe da jibi.
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Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
A fara Duban Wata
the thing about first jobs is that they’re never your last job and for all the years spent behind this counter i’ll spend ten more somewhere else and now it’s time to leave i wish it didn’t have to end this way wish things would have turned out differently but at the end of the day i know i made the best choice i could as long as my hands were tied and i don’t know where i’m going from here and i’m afraid but not so afraid that i can’t see there’s something better for me and this time change is good for me because who knows how long i would have let myself grow old saturated in coffee under my nails grease on my apron and tears that didn’t come from onions and i’d like to hope that i won’t be forgotten like to hope that when you put an extra tablet in the sani water that you think of me as it dissolves like to hope that you miss the way your coffee tasted just perfectly sweet enough when i was the one making it like to hope you’ll miss my scones and coffee cakes and the way i always tried to be a forceful source of encouragement i like to hope but i know deep down inside life just rolls onward and soon someone else will come along and all i did will be forgotten but i do like to hope
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
i like to hope
insanity is when a deaf man can hear voices.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
In....sani...ty
_In Kano’s heart, where the sun does gleam, Lives a soul with a noble dream. Sani Mainagge, a name so bright, Guiding us through day and night. With wisdom deep and courage strong, You lead us right, where we belong. In fields of green and skies of blue, Your spirit shines in all you do. Through trials faced and victories won, your journey’s path is never done. A light in our lives you stay, Lighting up the darkest day._
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Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC
In Kano’s Heart, Sani Mainagge