A new year evokes new feelings in all of us, hope, love, fear and so many others. we try so hard to forget the failures of the previous year and hold on to the victories.
Try not to hold yourself down with New Year’s resolutions unless they are looking far from impossible Don’t make promises that you can’t keep especially to yourself. This makes one anxious and unable to embrace the surprises that come with each year.
Each year turns a new leaf and now TSUNAMI OF HOPE brings you weekly themes! we will post a minimum of two poems each week on the theme.
This week is NEW YEARS Which we know you aren’t surprised.
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Power is wholly colored with beauty But am torn apart A citizen smitten with change yet none of the contenders are worthy Finding myself tied up in the same “good news” of the past, With a color shining as bright as the sun. Peace prevails But I breath to remember our lost souls Tear at the irony of their deaths Angered by the hypocritical statements made by those in power. We have spoken, they have heard ! But as I said, their color shines so brightly like the sun. Oppressing and hiding off the color of whatever effort we put in Leaving us in suspense until the next change of term. To experience the drama, laughter and hopefully not a tear but joy To fully express our different voices, In our sentimental state, let us breathe and stick to the mantra, CHANGE WILL EVENTUALLY COME
Oh my calm, the safest place I can be in, my emotions are tight, I think right, and in the end, I'm full of might, Oh my calm, It lets me dress myself with honor Keeping me from running the daily hour life race! Putting me way ahead but definitely at my own pace
Oh my calm, It lets me understand how unpredictable but cyclic The lifestyle of my lass is Saving me from the melodrama Most guys are in
Oh my calm, Such an idiot it makes me feel Being attached to or holding a grudge That literally makes no sense anymore Putting me on the fence to let go I’d definitely write all day about you But I’am slide off to live you Oh my calm Here I come ! Doet 🌸
The sun bends To give way to the moon And her entourage of stars Everyone eager For the chime Of the wooden clock At midnight Bursts of color fill the sky Smiles fill the earth below As everyone awaits The surprises of THE NEW YEAR!
Ready or not
the air is dim and the wind is balm
the aftermath is foggy unclear to the mind
grave faces fill the globe
clocked with a fabric of fear
independence is a myth
as everyone is bolted indoors
demise rules the world
and chooses who to grip
in its vicious paws.
this poem is about the ''corona time''
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The scorching sun The heavy down pour The sudden switch in seasons From “I love you” to “I hate you” Not only changes our dress code But also the way that we live Only those who anticipate it Get the art right Whether yellow,blue,green or red They are always a step ahead of us Like in a chase game
And oh!! Sadly for those who live for one season Get shot down when the green weather Is replaced by red or blue It all starts with anticipation .... Or the ricochet is inevitable
After war comes
the musical guns cease
everything out of place
Heartbeats take a turn
footsteps are lighter
let no one hear you
there could be one bomber left
ready to blow your brains out
Warm up round the fire
The only shelter you will get
is the shade you hold with
Some nights Are darker than others With fewer stars To light up the sky Some nights Are colder than others With no place To call home Some nights Are longer than others Where the hours Move at sloth speed Some nights Are quieter than others Even the crickets Are deep asleep
Power is wholly colored with beauty But am torn apartA citizen smitten with change yet none of the contenders are worthy Finding myself tied up in the same “good news” of the past,With a color shining as bright as the sun.Peace prevailsBut I breath to remember our lost souls Tear at the irony of theirContinue reading “A Hoping Novice”
Hello dear readers Tsunami of hope greets you in your fourth week of 2021 . As we all know all over the world , there has been a lot of political tension with elections and coups So we bring you poems and articles on politics and power . Hope you enjoy Love through all poresContinue reading “Week four: politics”