"worriors" poems - Hello Poetry

My African culture Uprooted from my ancestors And pused on from generation to generation My African culture- might seem wied sounds funny or looks like a **** but these carry alot of benedictions My African culture tells the story of were we came from and most probably were we are heading My African culture describes and names itself there is really no need for a heading My African culture the one source of pride and Joy My African culture hard to replace yet easy to enjoy My African culture oh my beautiful culture my soul screams in joy from the energy of my people and from the rythm of the African drum my heart beats movements degin within my feet my inner voice telling me to move in a fleet I dispiss and dislike a person who malingers or derides his culture,such a beautiful thing,such a precious , Special thing My African culture tells the true tells of fallen legends, of great worriors And of most celebrated heros though it never varies the tall in the telling Now that's my Wonderful African culture

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Sep 26, 2020

Sep 26, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC

denzel-zulu

My African culture

My African culture Uprooted from my ancestors And pused on from generation to generation My African culture- might seem wied sounds funny or looks like a **** but these carry alot of benedictions My African culture tells the story of were we came from and most probably were we are heading My African culture describes and names itself there is really no need for a heading My African culture the one source of pride and Joy My African culture hard to replace yet easy to enjoy My African culture oh my beautiful culture my soul screams in joy from the energy of my people and from the rythm of the African drum my heart beats movements degin within my feet my inner voice telling me to move in a fleet I dispiss and dislike a person who malingers or derides his culture,such a beautiful thing,such a precious , Special thing My African culture tells the true tells of fallen legends, of great worriors And of most celebrated heros though it never varies the tall in the telling Now that's my Wonderful African culture

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When our system finally is done I am traveling through the sun Painting my body to destruction But then there are a new system in construction Seeing the world in a new light Have to keep up in a hard fight We settle down under the new orders Trying to find safe behind friendly borders Bombs and worriors are hidden everywhere The enemy does not even care About the cruel way of killing people of innocence Now we must live under barbaric violence Now it's always just jihad in da house And then I die like a weak mouse

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC

DanielC

Behind friendly borders

When our system finally is done I am traveling through the sun Painting my body to destruction But then there are a new system in construction Seeing the world in a new light Have to keep up in a hard fight We settle down under the new orders Trying to find safe behind friendly borders Bombs and worriors are hidden everywhere The enemy does not even care About the cruel way of killing people of innocence Now we must live under barbaric violence Now it's always just jihad in da house And then I die like a weak mouse

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Words draw a fantasy word It can make blood look like a drink you would savour and enjoy It turns a flower into a source of love and light. It can make a knife cut through your heart without making you bleed. Words can hurt without touching you and can lift you up in a breeze If only we knew what words to say we can control the world with no effort to display. Words led worriors into battle words made hero's and champions. May words draw my life into fulfilment and make death look like an enjoyment Hold the brush and start drawing each word with all focous and intension and make the word feel you inner thoughts and feeling.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC

mubarak-zeinalabdin-mirghani

Words

Words draw a fantasy word It can make blood look like a drink you would savour and enjoy It turns a flower into a source of love and light. It can make a knife cut through your heart without making you bleed. Words can hurt without touching you and can lift you up in a breeze If only we knew what words to say we can control the world with no effort to display. Words led worriors into battle words made hero's and champions. May words draw my life into fulfilment and make death look like an enjoyment Hold the brush and start drawing each word with all focous and intension and make the word feel you inner thoughts and feeling.

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There were nights when the wind blew hard The earth was a cold world The godess of art was cruel She'd **** all of earth's melodies up in her It was empty and quiet below Echoes reverberated in the caves of the earth Man was lonely In a lonesome world Looking up the stary sky Left without a sound Dreaming. Every one was dreaming Mountains and hills were sleeping Life without music man below Listened to the bellowing of emptiness Every activity was boring The earth was life without poetry The world knew no music The birds composed no tweets Life without inspiration Man lived in desparation Man lacked a sound There was a time The wind felt for the earth And conspired with the moon To steal some notes and stanzas from the Sun To create a sound for lovers at night And encourage despairing soldiers So birds can praise their creator But the sun was guarded by the cruel godess The wind blew over the moon And polished its surface The moon shone the sun's art The wind blew over the moon in delight Taking the music with it It blew among trees and whistled The birds got the jingles They looked up to the sky And sang The wind blew over the oceans The waters composed melodious waves The sleeping earth woke The dreaming man sang The power of art possesed him Lovers found an afrodisiac Worriors remembered a song of victory Life returned to earth The angry godess got jealous She began to corrupt music with hatred Breaking the heavenly laws So she was thrown down by the Mighty One And lost her music.

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Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC

andrewjuma

music of the sun

There were nights when the wind blew hard The earth was a cold world The godess of art was cruel She'd **** all of earth's melodies up in her It was empty and quiet below Echoes reverberated in the caves of the earth Man was lonely In a lonesome world Looking up the stary sky Left without a sound Dreaming. Every one was dreaming Mountains and hills were sleeping Life without music man below Listened to the bellowing of emptiness Every activity was boring The earth was life without poetry The world knew no music The birds composed no tweets Life without inspiration Man lived in desparation Man lacked a sound There was a time The wind felt for the earth And conspired with the moon To steal some notes and stanzas from the Sun To create a sound for lovers at night And encourage despairing soldiers So birds can praise their creator But the sun was guarded by the cruel godess The wind blew over the moon And polished its surface The moon shone the sun's art The wind blew over the moon in delight Taking the music with it It blew among trees and whistled The birds got the jingles They looked up to the sky And sang The wind blew over the oceans The waters composed melodious waves The sleeping earth woke The dreaming man sang The power of art possesed him Lovers found an afrodisiac Worriors remembered a song of victory Life returned to earth The angry godess got jealous She began to corrupt music with hatred Breaking the heavenly laws So she was thrown down by the Mighty One And lost her music.

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My African culture Uprooted from my ancestors And pused on from generation to generation My African culture- might seem Like a taboo , sounds funny or looks like a **** but this carrys alot of benedictions My African culture tells the story of were we came from and most probably were we are heading It describes and names itself so there is really no need for it given a heading My African- culture the one source of pride and Joy hard to replace yet easy to enjoy My African culture oh my beautiful culture my soul screams in joy from the energy of my people and from the rythm of the African drum my heart beats movements degin within my feet my spirit telling me to move in a fleet I dispiss and dislike a person who malingers or derides his culture,such a beautiful thing,such a precious , Special thing My African culture tells the true tells of fallen legends, of great worriors And of most celebrated heros yet it never varies the tall in the telling Now that's my Wonderful African culture

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Sep 25, 2020

Sep 25, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC

denzel-zulu

My African culture 🥁🥁

My African culture Uprooted from my ancestors And pused on from generation to generation My African culture- might seem Like a taboo , sounds funny or looks like a **** but this carrys alot of benedictions My African culture tells the story of were we came from and most probably were we are heading It describes and names itself so there is really no need for it given a heading My African- culture the one source of pride and Joy hard to replace yet easy to enjoy My African culture oh my beautiful culture my soul screams in joy from the energy of my people and from the rythm of the African drum my heart beats movements degin within my feet my spirit telling me to move in a fleet I dispiss and dislike a person who malingers or derides his culture,such a beautiful thing,such a precious , Special thing My African culture tells the true tells of fallen legends, of great worriors And of most celebrated heros yet it never varies the tall in the telling Now that's my Wonderful African culture

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