Blossom Poems

Blossom Monyei

Blossom Monyei is a young and emerging Liberian poet, musician, and actor whose creative works have begun to gain attention both locally and internationally.  Born on May 9, 2008, in Nigeria, he later relocated to Liberia, where his talents began to flourish.  He discovered his passion for words at a tender age and

Let the Flowers Grow Again Mystic

                                     Let the Flowers Grow Again (Mystic)

            

Cherry Blossom 13-05-23

Soft petals in the wind doth blow,
a dance of beauty a dance of woe.
Delicate scents so sweet and fair,
a cherry blossom beyond compare.

Yet each petal falls to the ground,
a sharp reminder that life is unsound.
For even a blossom that is so grand
is subject to time's unyielding hand.

Fleeting and fragile, like the final breaths,
life ebbs and

Blossom Monyei the bleeding Pen

Blossom Monyei is a young Liberian poet and spoken word artist whose writings reflect pain, resilience, and hope. Known as “the bleeding pen,” his poems are simple yet powerful, often touching on themes of brokenness, family, identity, and the struggles of African life. Through his words, he paints raw emotions in a way that connects

Blossom Monyei

Blossom Monyei is a poet, potentially from Liberia, as indicated by references to the Liberia Poetry Association and poems published within Facebook groups for spoken word and poetry according to All Poetry and Facebook groups. he has written poems like "Faded", "The Distance Peaks of love", and "Unshaken". One of his poems, "Sin," is available

Wear a smile by Blossom Monyei

--BlossomMonyei--
 *Wear a smile
Wear a smile even when sadness comes to tear off.
Wear a smile even if there's no one else to love.
Life might get crazy for a while
It'll be over soon just wear a smile.

Wear a smile it's the best face mask
It's not expensive doesn't require a task.
Wear a smile even if there's nothing

The boy called a LUNATIC by Blossom Monyei

The Boy They Called a Lunatic

By Blossom Monyei

I was just a kid, about 12 years old,
when Joseph Nyumah Boakai’s wife asked my landlord to send his son, Francis, to work at her house.
At that time, Boakai wasn’t yet President of Liberia.

Francis refused. He said he wanted to go to school — not serve anyone as

That Blighted Rose

So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows 
As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose

And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence 
Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense 

Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush 
And let it expand on more roses to reserve

Faith

--BlossomMonyei--
Walk by faith not sight
What if I fall?
What if I stumble?
In this darkest night.

My faith is weak
In volumes fear speaks
Show me your face
My doubts will burn.

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A black man

--BlossomMonyei--
Raised in the harshest sun
It hurts in his bone
This life he asked from no one
Planted amongst those with hearts of stone. 

A black man
Clueless, clumsy
His life's navigation was turned off
The don't care about him.

His mistakes 
He can't erase
He'll move on somehow
Though he withers.

A black man
Meets friends
They did him wrong
They did it again.

"Is the world against

The Race of life by Blossom Monyei

"The Race of life" by #blossommonyei
The race of life
I am about to describe
Where some has to work and strive
While the others bribe.

As the first car runs faster than the other
With ease it crosses every border
It wins every level
Without any struggle.

The second car lacked speed.
And prays not to be defeated.
To him the audience paid less heed.
You

Silly Little Blossom

I walked past the cherry trees today,
Their petals, falling every which way.
As if it were pink snow: soft, light, and rose.
Taking in the breeze before being cast down to the shadows.

I stopped and stared, simply standing alone,
The world around me seemed to turn to stone.
It was as if someone had hit pause there,
With blossoms dancing

The Almond Tree Blossom

You tasted spring’s young almonds green;
sweeter than vestal nectarine
then all your innocence is lost;
forever to the wind is tossed.

The seed you planted long ago;
time will see it ripen and grow;
as the summer sun slow unfolds,
the carapace no longer holds

Fall harvest fruit is eager reaped;
upon a bride and groom are heaped;
Young virgins take them to their

Butterfly Blossom Girl

Butterfly blossom girl was a beauty to see
She has a rare smile that is joyful and free
Her hair is an asset that I wish I had too
She is a darling child, her skin a gorgeous hue.

When she flits into the meadow the dandelions smile.
Daisies, lilies and lilacs beg her to stay more than awhile
Butterfly blossom

Blossom of spring

trees bloom colourful 
Mango gold, berry dark hue,
Blossoms shine the heart.

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