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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 deeply with his audience.

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 on All Poetry according to All Poetry. 
Here's what is known about his work based on the provided search results:
"Faded": A poem that explores themes of value and loneliness, particularly in the context of success. 
"The Distance Peaks of love": A poem that depicts a love interest separated by a great distance. 
"Sin": A poem that reflects on struggles with faith and temptation. 
"Unshaken": Another poem by Blossom Monyei, suggesting a theme of resilience. 
"Liberia Poetry Association": The phrase "Liberia Poetry Association" appears in the context of the poem "Sin," indicating a possible connection to the Liberian literary community.
"Blossom Monyei - poet at allpoetry"

For the Girl Next To My Soul

i am making love in this poem. 
my hands worshiping her feet like a god. 
her smile is where i want to sit & grow old in her belly. 

maybe, i should tell her a story.
of how the ocean tides rise & fall for 
our sake.
that her kisses are enzymes that continue to speed up reactions in our bodies.
  
i love this girl like the holy spirit. 
whenever she descends into my body,
i become a witness/telling people about her everywhere.

she hails from the foundation of africa.
i have seen the grain coast on her skin.
that means: i am in love with a liberian girl.

i love this girl according to the words coming out of my tongue, 
& the meditation that crawls in my heart. 

for this girl,
i have found africa.

The Day Her Body Went Mute'

& death swallowed my grandmother when i was twelve.

there are some memories that hunt you while asleep
& some spill goosebumps on the fabric of your skin.

i lost count of the nights i pour tears out my eyes, 
there were days i keep my fingers steady in the family gallery.

i listened to your voice breaking through the cracked walls,
you lit candles & placed them in the middle of your room,
& then drag silence in your chest &
spoke in tongues and scream at God to keep me safe.
 
when my scars developed into a city,
with dimmed lights & wrecked lanes,
you ironed smiles on your lips and still kiss me on the forehead.

how do i tell these stories of how your body spent days wearing off its texture from rotten scars?

the dark rooms here still hold your photograph,
the piano in the parlor eats dust
it must have thought about you & felt bored, too.

By: Aloysius S. Harmon is still struggling to beco
aloysius is a Liberian writer and a poet or sunflower.

Liberia Is Bleeding

Liberians hear my cry 
We are black yet dresses like whites 
We mock God by not been satisfy 
With what we are been given 

Liberians hear my cry 
We cry for justice from the whites 
We accuse them everyday of racism 
Yet we torture them 

Liberians hear my cry 
Whites come to our land to free us from sufferings 
But we are number one 
On the racism list 

Liberians hear my cry
We are christian nation 
We all are equal in God's eyes 
O!Liberians hear my cry; a proud liberian.

Marks of An African Woman

Upriver - a place where she goes to fetch water and firewood 
Hair is neatly decorated with a collection of cowries and coins 
Stretch marks that cover the entirety of 
her growing belly

Beautiful eyes - eyes that possess a power to kill a man at passion's spot 
Beautiful beaded accessories surrounding her charming waist 
African who was born with Africa lying comfortably in her womb

Some societies term her 'black and dark as in every picture'
But she wears her culture joyfully every day and night
And aside from her captivating look, skin is purely gold 

Downriver - a place where she sits, entertains, and explains stories 
Her cultural heritage is a key - a key to understanding her roots 
She welcomes a stranger with a cola nut and a bottle of palm wine 

She is an African 
Not because she was birthed on the 
fertile soil of Africa 
But because Africa spent nine unbroken solid months in her womb 

Grace - a Liberian queen 
Adanna - a Nigerian model 
Nadia - a Ghanaian royal and 
Samuella - a Sierra Leonean seer 

They Are Africans.

Liberian Girl

If beauty was a person, it would certainly be a Liberian girl

Behind those dark clouds, she is an angel yet to be seen 

Her smooth natural skin resembles the red earth 

Her lip is a place where sleeping dogs lie to appease themselves 

Her eyes are made of rays of colorful lights that restore hope 

Her beautiful earrings take a triangular shape indicating A=1/2bh 

Her ears are sensitive to uphold to the ups and downs of life 

Her short and pretty nose is admired by every suitor 

Hair nicely positioned at all edges serving different looks

Hands are tempting to touch just for a moment 

She wears a smile of imperfections striving towards perfection 

For if beauty was a person, it would certainly be a Liberian girl

Gold and Diamonds Are My Favorite Gems- -

Much I marveled the splendid beautiful jewels of Taylor
I heard the Liberian, tall regarding of her gold;
Eagerly I looked for the Alexander Baylor;
Envied here for evermore precious rubies sold;
In service to the throne must I remind her?
Soft is your touch;
Alas the diamond is rough;
Take thy coal from out my heart;
Compress it with power ignited this rock;
Rubies and gold are just a start;
Gatherings of precious jewels ravages;
Instead I uncovered the rose quartz;
And its eyes have all the enameling savages;
I could not awaken that gilded, gilded spark lings;
My eyes blinded by the brilliant gems;
Gold and diamonds are my favorite precious gem;

5/9/19
~Placed 3rd Place~ in Contest
Tribute to A Precious or Semi-Precious Gem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

Michael Jackson - 21

Dear Mike, 

I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.

You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.

Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.

Love Always, 
Colette Dright

Venus In Libra

Make the scales balance
Venus in Libra
The realm of crashing waves of cardinal qualities
Rising elements of Vim and Vigor
A zest of love and life filling individuals
The magnetism of a blossoming choirs
Widening the lungs of liberation and freedom
The aura of innocence in faith
Meandering through the tray of Cosmos
Simultaneously drawn to euphoric heart
Ravenous for harmonious pleasure
The realm of Venus see's all
To purify begins with agony
The majestic Fantasia washing away the burden
As seekers create something to love
Under the Liberian Sun
Utopian harmony singing
White doves chasing the dragon through a voyage of serenity
The scales balance every grief with joy
Creating an impenetrable mantle
The realms of Venus
Weaving the webs of the divine veil
Overseen by Aphrodite
Charming those who believe in the fulfilment
Guiding calmness through a mental lake
Free from the consumer of greed and delusion
Now in the relief of a comforting consciousness
A haven expanding, lighting immortal sparks of love

Doctors Moe, Larry and Curly Fight Ebola

By Elton Camp

Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared

For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown

Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content

When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed

Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread

Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore

The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand

Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear

Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate

Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new

Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see

An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff

Dreams

If you don't build your dreams 
someone else will hire you to 
build theirs.

I want to change the world, if 
not, a part of it. I need to make a 
difference in someone elses life. 
It's fact that every girl dreams of 
her wedding day, walking down 
in a beautiful white dress to her 
husband whilst surrounded with 
laughters of joy, friends and 
family all in a dreamable 
destination, followed by married 
life and children with a "Happily 
ever after"

That's not for me. It sound odd 
and you're wondering what's 
wrong with her and why 
wouldn't she want this as it's 
the norma for a woman to get 
married and be a mother. See 
I'd much rather be; a CEO, a 
healer to many, providers  for 
the hungries, shelter to the 
homeless, warmed to the cold 
and medicine to the sick, a hand 
to the needed. I was put on this 
earth for more then just to be a 
loud, talkative liberian girl.
 
By: Mafata.D

Liberia My Home

Australian by paper
Liberian by blood
Liberia is my motherland 
Liberia in my round hips   
that they criticis of not being 
worthy of "beauty".
Liberia in my big lips
that will forever speak the truth .
Liberia in my ways
Liberia is my ways
They will tell you my country is 
bad, it's dangerous, they even 
make the mistake of saying 
"Africa" is a poor and disgusting 
country, forgetting to know its a 
damn continent with beautiful 
and extraordinary countries. 
You can't fool me with your 
"white ways", I'm a native 
daughter of the most beautiful 
land, I value my culture, it runs 
through my vines...

lah a there oo
by: Mafata Dunbar

Leymah Gbowee

Leymah Gbowee   O’ Nobel Laureate 2011
Is a pride to her world
A gift to her country Liberia
And an eagle that is never tire soaring for peace

In the midst of storms
She trek on advocacy’s avenue
Risking her life
To ensure that peace prevail
In her country Liberia

She believes that every woman
Has the right to freedom
Has the right to live without fear
Has the right to speak out
Has the right to work
And the right to contribute to her country’s development

She opens the umbrella of education
Giving every woman the opportunity to learn
Empowering women to become self-reliance
And developing Liberian women to become great future leaders

O’ Nobel Laureate O’ Nobel Laureate
As peace and justice sings in your soul
As you give hope to the hopeless
Heaven hails you- for the women of Liberia is your priority

When Liberia Speaks

If there is a child in Kolahun, Lofa County who can’t read- that matters to me.

If there is a senior citizen somewhere who can’t get a pension after many years of dedicated service- that makes my life poorer.

If a decent brother is accused of rape and is being rounded up without a benefit of an Attorney or due process- that threatens my civil liberty.

If a native Liberian is down sided for an elite- that overshadows my equal right clause in the constitution.

If a high school graduate cannot be honor with a job, but the only option left is to hawk on the streets to earn a hard living- I wonder what society is being created for the young generation.

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