Best Sierra Poems
South province where Mattru jong is located!
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
Escaped from drugs and the war!
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think everyone is the enemy!
Ready to start over!
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
Evaluated but never understood!
One world with terrible memories!
Never being able to let go of memories!
Elated at being with his uncle!
Sierra Leone
Imagine being a kid
Running for your life
Behind you explodes a bomb
Feet splash in mud,
Diamonds hidden in your teeth
Rightfully yours
This is your home
Everything about this equation is wrong
De Beers
Imagine troops pushing maids carts
Full of Diamonds in a glass case
Your five senses breathe money
Messed up childhood, it's the only love you embrace
All the goats you cut to stash pouches in
It's the bully, the devil coming out from within
The underground tunnels,
The lies you funnel
Paperwork? Straighten collar
Hu Hum, That doesn't exist, grin,
When I walk through the mall
I see jewelers and their prestigious counters
I mind goes to all the kids torn from their parents
Forced into drugs to stay alive
How can anyone be ok with this?
Blood Diamonds will live forever
Too many chose ignorance.
Talking to them about it
All they've got is a blank stare
The camping life is all we need to cherish a vacation
The low stretched arms of mountains, spread, have called for our attention
Our summer place, serene and free, no worries in our backpacks
No need to vent, just take a breath, to relish lodge-pole scent
My children play on the water's edge enjoying their own reflections
Tossing pebbles, one by one, and soaking in the fun
While tossing sticks, our Lab is quick, to run and fetch them all
He dives back in, ..we're once again, impressed by such conviction!
He's back on shore, he shakes! ... .His chore, is to drench us to the core!
Togetherness, envelops us, beneath the midday sun
I want to write a poem, a verse.....but cure my own distraction
Beholding beauty such as this, would cause the tongue to swell
My pen would dry, and so would I, for words could hardly tell
Serenity is ours for free, with earth and sky we dwell
So overcome with majesty, and tranquil peaks of snow
The stillness of a mirrored lake, unlike I have ever known
I've put away the waiting pen, and put away my muse
For, I hear the family calling me, and though I have excuse
It's time to gather kindling wood, for a fire in the pit
With s'mores to make, we'll not forsake, marshmallows on a stick!
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4//22/15 For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Memorable Vacations
Mountain flowers bloom
on sunlight dappled hillside-
my spirit rests
End the grief and pain
End the tears and shame
We did suffered in the hands of the rebels so we forght for peace to reign
Our future was locked up by them
Our steps were measured like witches
The killings and destructions were too much,so I walk through this memory lane
Hands in hands amonyously yet we face our greatest agony
I paused to look at the pictures on the wall,I saw mass destructions of the war and the impacts it created
Faces were painted with blood,we pray everyday and cry to the one above.
House burnt to the floor.
Our soldies fought and did their best now we call them fallen heroes
They burnt down our hospitals and we were left with zero
Pregnant women were slaughtered to know their babies gender
Teenage girls were raped,used and misused.
Schools were attacked and pupils were killed.
Teachers were used to carry out operations against their will.
Though I was young but the pictures on the wall can tell that my
people were used and misused.
Young children were trained and used as child rebels.
I learned that part of my village was a battle field,as empty shell of bullets I see
We cried for freedom and the previledge to be free
Tears overflow whenever I think about my country’s darkest memories
Pains within is what I feel,when I think about my country’s miseries
Hands in hands in harmony, we all fought and finally free.
It all lasted for eleven years as I take a look at all calenders.
Wise up Sierra Leoneans
Learn from your past
Would one want to attempt to claim
The land atop these mountains?
Or just enjoy the view from afar
And play in the lakes and fountains?
Although some would agree
That is not worth the time and patience
But who are they to decide one’s fate?
They are not your masters or agents
Climb that treacherous mountain chain
And never look back down the cliffs
For all that will become of that
Are the repeating ‘Buts’ and ‘Ifs’
If you begin to lose your hope
Do not let go of the dream
Use your heart to guide your strength
The climb is not as unfeasible as it seems
Once you reach that highest peak
Look back at the world and smile
For the mountain you have claimed as yours
Could be wanting you to stay forever in a while
Shy at first until I know you.
I love to talk even when no one is listening.
Enjoys to read and write even when I have a writer's block.
Reads too much for my own good.
Respectful towards all as an oath of God.
A very intellegent young lady who longs for the love and attention of her family.
Excellent in school
Loves children, and to make them laugh.
I am a great person
Zodiac sign is a leo, so yes I am stubborn.
An outgoing, outspoken female.
Brat when I need to be.
Excels in my writing ability.
Talented teen who struggles in life, but don't let that affect her day to day life.
Has a great heart and lives for God.
Bad, worse and worst we grow, oh poor Sierra Leoneans
We seem to know our rights, but honestly we do not;
Instead we misunderstand them:
How can we fight for our rights against one who defends them?
Our situation is escalating to its peak.
We are damn harming ourselves, and not the upright man!
How folly is this thought:
To wander about the street in the name of demonstration?
For I tell you: we are destroying our little development.
If ethics would permit me to speak,
We are not prudent to do such!
And you, Mr. upright man,
You ought to patronage your people
In their impediments and hardship;
And not to add to their problems.
Uniform men, control your frigging weapons!
You were not employed to murder
But to defend and secure.
In all, we are all guilty—
None is exempt!
Let us be mindful about our country's future.
Successful is what I long to be
I am proud of what accomplishments I have made
Everyone says to write a story of my life
Really is life this hard for all?
Ready, for a challenge that I can try
Always trying to stay positive even in times of struggles
Clueless to where life shall take me
Already a mother at 17
Ready to write at a moments notice
Trying to succeed in life
Excited to know God
Responsible for what I have done
It’s like the Battle of Britain he moans
I can’t survive this bombardment he groans
And then he said Sh*t
That’s a direct hit
What kind of numpty films fireworks with drones
5 November is Guy Fawkes day in the UK in celebration of
Mr Fawkes and associates trying to blow up the Houses
of Parliament. Some would say he should have succeeded.
Oh my Sierra Leone!
The only land that I own,
I pledge to thee, to bring peace, love, development and unity,
Sadly I act for my interest without any loyalty.
I betray each and every promise to thee I made,
Skinning thy people whom I opted to aid.
I know even though you are independent, but thou dependth on me,
To lead thee to freedom, unity and prosperity.
Each and every day my act caused thee to bleed
I feed thee with hunger, nurture in thee my very corrupt seed.
Shamelessly I speak of my love for thee,
When thine legs I cut, thine eyes blind so thou cannot see.
Even though I pledged to serve thee at all time,
I made thee my servant, serving me at thine prime
I put my interest above yours,
Betraying thy love and trust.
Indigo clouds edged with topaz hues
Stretched thin with an ivory crescent moon
Frogs serenade an evening promenade
Crickets sing while a lone wolf bays
Stars Cascade in galaxies far away
Old trees crack as north winds sway
Trickling streams ripples and fluently flow
Fireflies dance with an effervescent glow
Train whistle bellows the engine roars
Thunder in the distance
The blackbird soars
Lightning illuminates the clear night sky
Tumbleweeds crackle
Cactus cry
The days first light peeks over the horizon
A new day has dawned
Quite surprising
This is the news
about a fox in a box,
a hare so slim so short and thin
on the prowl
the fox lets out a howl his tummy starts to growl
he begins his hunt
with a big grunt
he started to stare
with a big glare
So scarce so scared
that the fox makes a huff
the hair makes a puff
After a fight
so tight
the fox has won
The hair is dead
the fox goes to bed
I pause to listen to the silence –
I am one with the million befores
and the afters and at great peace
amid the soundless, immense harmonies.
I become the rhythm of the spheres
and part of that oneness orchestration,
both absorbed and apart in a light,
too orderly to be but blind chance.
There must be purpose to the whole
that transcends reason and goes beyond
the despair of nothing. I become the Cosmos
not the chaos and within I am part.
There is a miracle to existence
and its exquisite, ephemeral beauty.
To hike to Garnet Lake is to be without,
wherein, without, I find my within.
Sierra
Daughter, friend, cousin, niece
Sister of Adam and Wesley
Lover of animals, books, and writing
Who feels love, excitement, and happiness
Who fears clowns, death, and heights
Who would like to see Germany, Hawaii, and Florida
Resident of Bucyrus, Ohio
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