Best Lifepoetry Poems


Can You Listen To Me

Can you listen to me today? 
Dear friend remember  this message daily, 
When some particular people are not at your side,
It  can be the reason  of God to encrease your size, 
With new tactic and technic to fight your challenge,  
In the future some people  will regret about their sabotage. 

Can you listen to me today? 
This open letter concerns you seriously,  
Be clever like a leopard that searches a prey in the jungle, 
Be smart  like an eagle which  carries a heavy prey to a long tree, 
Be strong like some pregnant rural women who struggle,  
Be dedicated  like people who stood in fight  to be free, 
Be always  happy for the free breath of God.
It is natural for days to be sometimes bad and other times good.  

April 03/2023
Written by Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
                         Mussabwa Chris 
                         Words count: 130

Poetry

It seems to me,
That poetry is the only way,
That I can say things,
That normal words cant.

When I studder,
People thing that I don't know what to say,
But really I am trying to say something,
That only poetry can say.

It seems to me,
That poetry is a different language,
A language that can speak love.

When I don't know the answer,
Poems usually do,
And if I could describe poetry in one word,
It would be...
Meaningful or,
Answered.

Oh Life

Oh! Life
To make someone happy
You have to lose your hapiness.

Oh! Life 
To make someone succeed 
You have to sacrifice your time.

Oh! Life 
To make someone proud 
You have to work hard.

Life has many doors 
To come in and out.

Some people take life serious
 Life take  them stupid and
 throw them down.

Some people take life for granted 
Life take them so serious 
And up lift them. 

May 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris


Call of the Charade

Blast this lonesome task,
I must don the mask.
Business as usual, I’m afraid,
the plans have been laid.
Must work with a quiet stealth 
to avoid being myself.
Must keep up the charade
to keep getting paid,
but here's the scoop 
I thank God for the soup
and the poetry friends I’ve made.
Goodbye for now,
My back’s against the wall.
I hear that beckoning call.
Be back when I can to post a few 
and read poetry from all of you.
Thanks for the inspirations and fun,
but honestly, I do have to run!




Written 7/20/11 by Robert A. Dufresne  
Inspired by Nette's "It's Mask Time" contest.

We Are All Travellers

We are all travellers, 
moving through time, 
walking roads we did not choose, 
carrying stories no one fully knows. 

Life gives us no map, 
only moments
some soft as morning light, 
some heavy as storms. 
We meet people along the way, 
some stay, some leave, 
some become memories before we are ready. 

We build, we lose, we love, we break. 
We hold on, we let go. 
Sometimes, we run, 
sometimes, we stop and wonder
what was the point of it all? 

But the journey does not wait. 
It pulls us forward, 
whispers that there is more, 
even when we are too tired to listen. 

And one day, we step beyond the last horizon, 
leaving behind the footprints of our existence, 
while the road continues without us.

The Eye of Time

The eye of time has witnessed countless spectacles,  
Every joy bound to wounds, a profound connection tangible.  

Dreams extinguished in silence, unseen by all,  
Desires crumbling as wishes at their side would fall.  

Time played its games in the theater of existence,  
Love defeated, while hatred found persistence.  

Hearts became desolate in mere moments,  
Helplessness weeping at the doorstep of life's torments.  

The eye of time could never grasp this mystery,  
Why behind every smile lurks sorrow's misery.  

Yet this heart, for centuries, has asked again,  
Why does darkness follow when light remains?


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