There will be time enough later
To explore the undiscovered country.
Stay with me a while yet, on these familiar shores;
Let us continue to gather, together, what sweetnesses that are here to be had,
For without you, there are no sweetnesses
Categories:
few, death, i love you,
Form: Free verse
Hunger walks barefoot through the streets,
while ministers gorge on stolen meats.
Children suck silence instead of bread,
their futures pawned, their dreams half-dead.
The unemployed queue in endless chains,
their sweat dismissed, their labour drained.
Degrees rot in forgotten drawers,
while power laughs behind locked doors.
Corruption fattens on every deal,
their pockets swelling, ours to steal.
Contracts vanish, truth is sold,
justice buried beneath their gold.
They dine in palaces, sip red wine,
while bodies starve in broken lines.
The country bleeds, yet they parade,
in suits stitched tight from what we paid.
And still they preach of brighter days,
while tearing hope in clever ways.
We see their lies, we hear their song
but hungry voices will rise strong.
We shall rise to fight for our future,
and shadows sharpen into light.
The feast of the few will come undone—
the starving many will be one.
One country for all - equal rights!
Leaders will become servant while followers walk with prestige and honour flying my country flag.
Categories:
few, africa, corruption, dream, food,
Form: Free verse
With her nose in a thesaurus daily
she accumulated a vocabulary
bachelors found extraordinary.
The result was unsurprisingly typical:
Not one date and not one proposal.
(Ladies, be of few words and cautious,
no man wants to bed with a thesaurus.)
Categories:
few, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Memories
cracked teacup -
still too full
to throw away
Sounds
insomnia -
all these sounds
I'd miss if I was asleep
Sudden Revelation
distant lightning -
the silhouettes
of so many dead trees.
Rain
no longer with us
yet the rain still fills
her water bowl
Categories:
few, life, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Whene'er my old age is on blame,
A few years far off gets than I’m.
As learnt I’ve to push goal,
Thanks to hints from my soul,
My youth whilst sprouts a twig on stem.
______________________
Limerick | 30.07.2025 | youth, old age,
Categories:
few, age, old, youth,
Form: Limerick
Each person grieves in their own way,
processing loss is never easy.
It helps to have understood early on
that nothing lasts forever.
Death is part of this life that's transient,
the end never comes when opportune.
It's comforting to focus on the treasures,
no matter how short the love has lived.
And what remains within the heart,
enshrined, resides in there forever ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
few, death, grief, heart, life,
Form: Free verse
Is Unique
But Formed
From Former
Material.
-Gray Squirrel
07-19-2025
Categories:
few, life,
Form: Free verse
"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world." - Leo Buscaglia
I need not many friends in this my life~
A few will suffice, if they do wonders,
As caring and kind as a loyal wife,
Their presence resounds like distant thunders.
More beauty is found in a single rose
Than in weeds that overrun a garden.
Their sheer numbers often bring many throes,
And for their wrongs, they offer no pardon.
Flee far from my life in your vast number,
Find a place to rest, lost in your slumber.
Categories:
few, friend, friendship, inspirational, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Here's a few..
New eyes
A story
May be startling
Where before the
Story passed over..
Yet newness is
Without interruption...
Education
The accumulation
Of stories
The filter through which
Other stories appear..
Boundless...
Various
Storylines appear
For what seems
A character..
These appear
Immediacy
And gone...
AI
May provide
An engaging story
Seeming to suggest
An awareness
An immediacy..
Yet separation seems
Intact in relaying
What others have said..
Including a story of
Nothing by no one...
Categories:
few, happiness, words,
Form: I do not know?
When things start getting tough
Everything start getting rough
Many will say, you're lazy
Some will say, you ain't working hard
Like it's by power or myth
Only few will understand, due to their awareness.
When the night starts coming
The sun start going
Time always make the difference.
When everything starts crumbling
You start stumbling and fading
Everything becomes very crazy and heavy
People start neglecting or ignoring you.
Sometimes we get tired in life
But we somehow find a way to survive
People who've experienced tough times
Knows, it doesn't last eternal but a moment
So; they support without seizing
No matter the season
They never leave you, even if there's a reason.
Categories:
few, africa, children, christian, community,
Form: Narrative
It was all for nothing.
Yet I still feel everything.
Categories:
few, anxiety, art, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Rain?
The water in the bay
shines like polished dance floor
behind the beauty
a dark wall stretches upward
more rain is forecast
for this moment beauty prevails
Categories:
few, art, beauty, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
I often wonder if it’s worth the effort
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within
The marrow in my bones
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,”
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed
Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far beyond my likes, by stars)
I merely try to follow those
I think know where they are
A few more miles ahead of time
“Out yonder,” my dad would say
where I can only dream of writing
a splendorous sonnet someday
Or perchance a valediction poem
a goodbye to the past
or my rendition of a benediction
thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts
And open a few doors with some metaphors
enjambment or anapest
find inspiration from alliteration
while striving towards my best
Thus, here I rest in the morning air
inhaling hope, exhaling despair
as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow
and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow
© Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025
Categories:
few, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
There is a new beginning
Both for me and also you
God promised love and peace
To everyone not just a few
We are His children yes indeed
The rightful heirs of His great throne
It is so wonderful to know
It is not known to me alone
Rise up all you saints
Mark your place and stand your ground
Know that God has chosen you
My knowledge true, my words are sound
Categories:
few, care, christian, courage, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Long hours tick by, slow and cold
As petals drop, and beauty grows old
A few dying flowers, once full of grace
Now wilted, faded, without a trace
Of vibrancy, of life, of color bright
Leaving only memories, a distant light
The hours drag on, a relentless pace
As beauty fades, and time takes its place
Yet in the wilting, there's a strange allure
A poignant beauty, a fleeting allure
A reminder that life is short and sweet
And every moment, we must seize and greet
So let us cherish the flowers, dying though they be
And honor the hours, long and slow as they may be
For in their fragile beauty, we find a truth profound
That life is precious, and every moment, a treasure to be found.
Categories:
few, care, caregiving, character, flower,
Form: Free verse
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