Mournings Poems | Examples

NUMBERS

Let's speak of numbers.
I’m a Kenyan 2.0,
With an ID to prove.
I own the code—254,
Been here since I was 0.

Gen Z did awaken,
Learning the art in math—
The topic on tax,
And the story of Zakayo.

Gen Z did awaken,
Learning history’s tale:
The beauty of freedom—independence,
Yet freedom fighters still fade.

And the Bill of Rights,
Freedom of speech,
To stand against the bill—
Its creator sickened the breach.

Gen Z did awaken,
To our new 'Leader,'
A master of language,
Crafting his best lies.

The world on hold,
Schools, hospitals, streets—
All in chaos, all closed,
Waiting for ‘Mr. President.’

To speak of numbers,
Of those lost in protests,
Lost in abductions,
And those gained in corruption.

Protests painted red with blood and tears.
A beacon of peace in pieces.
A home of 'hakuna matata'
Full of mournings,
Numbers adding in the statistics.

Epiphany

Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation 
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses 
The sun painted them gold.

Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious songs.
Perched on the edge of a dead tree,
Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness.

Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm.
Nighbours swayed, relished,
Departing sun of the beautiful evening.
It rests and rests....

The landscape mirrored delight,
It grieved its own death.
Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun,
The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn.
It rests and rests....

Observed the ambience twice .
No mournings! no sorrow!
Nothing ceased their pace.
Infact , they moved on.
It rests and rests....

In the Event

in the event
in the event that i dont wake up tomorrow 
please hold your tears and your sorrow
for i am finally free
no more pain inside of me
no more unexplained symptoms or signs
or wavering and trying times
no closed ears with eyes and looks of disbelief
no questions of my pain with no answers of relief
if im gone in the morning
please hold your mournings 
for when you think of me now 
think of me with the clouds
finally lighter than air 
im here and im there 
no longer sick
no longer a burden
free

Marigolds'

So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go?
To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow
Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow
Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row
Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show
In our mournings; kindness, and solidarity, they're left in tow
However, ruthlessly; what they give left to burn in snow

Sunbeams

As the sun's beams of light pierce through this solemn morning's clouds,
My own heart's mournings are echoing beyond the atmosphere's shrouds
Into the vastest void we call space, away from Earth's crowds.

After Midnight

my mournings come alive
when she enters deep inside

my heart, my passion, my mind

time
it travels far
without daylight
burning moments
as they move on by

I see her soot
as it cinders
my reprehensible lust
bleeding
upon a thousand broken glass slippers  

I slide her future
past the tombs of tommorow
caressing the carriage/carnage
of life

if only
midnight would hold

a glance
through the glass
graceful the gorgeous ballerina
twirls
and smiles when I look
beyond the broken
the soot
the chances never took

Gray Mournings

Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems nothing could be worse

So many dresses filled her closet space
And most of them I’d sewn by hand for her
I folded them as memories gave chase
Recalling the fine fabrics Moms prefer

Her perfume bottle nearly stood half full
Its fragrance still brought thoughts of Mom to me
And when I packed her scarf of finest wool
A teardrop fell that only Dad could see

For as I stowed Mom’s things, my Dad looked on
He knew I’d pack again when he was gone




*January 3, 2020

Free Us

Free as the independent  woman that raised us 
Don’t believe in every story 
Allegories & fables
Fast for mournings ,Now I’m unplugged from the matrix 
I once seen great things come to me When I’m humble & patient 
Die young live fast ima hustler baby 
Enlightened a fein about my dreams , But they just customers craving

I’m in love with the planet ,But I enjoy a comfortable spaceship
Green like marine corps beside Oliver North  
Olive oil every pocket got multiply copies of corpse 
Every slave visioned days of riding a horse 
So I Kill for my freedom with no kind of remorse 

The evening sun enhance my melanin 
I embrace my new journey with everything i got within 
As nights get dark I remember The police are not our friends

Depression By Fire

Depression, why do you vex me?
Just leave me alone-with my feelings.
Wallowing in loneliness, too big a fee
Meerly existing in my many mournings.

Springtime should be new beginnings
Not total lost, with fire and loss of kin.
I am not alone, others share in endings.
Hope is stirring, rising like a shark’s fin.

What trees are left, appear tall and green.
New homes, people, coming back where they belong.
Hope is forming, have meaning, some unseen.
Many are happier, yet sing a sad song.

	But for one, loved neighbor, love still strong
	Under sad mournings, his life too is gone.

Love Me Now Save My Heart

Sunrise eats the nights heartache

Mournings are the music of my soul

Failing big by what was a stake

Dying every day by loves toll

I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart

Pictures of grief hang on lives wall

Silence breaks the barrior of my mind

Waiting breathless for your yearning call

Capturing your eyes but always blind

I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart

Feelings gone removed from this place

Fallings tears drown me forever

Hurting always seeing the pain on my face

Knowing the cure is us together

I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream of no compare
Love me now save my heart

Turning blue from the emotion

Burning to death from passions fail

Wanting to blindly show devotion 

Living on with you to tell the tale

Beatitudes

i have taken
your spirit soaked in poverty
blessed are knocking on the doors
you rain on me
i have borrowed
your mournings and its comforts
we lie on the sand singing
i have pledged your
meekness to inherit the dancing earth
we dance to the tune of love
i have stolen
your hunger and thirst, justice prevail
and we are full, mercy we give, they
are merciful, i see, we eat steak
and drink red wine of water
i have joined the purity in your tender
heart heaven is visible now we are
i have inherited your peace  n we are the
children of love
they persecute us for the sake of our
righteousness ours 
is the kingdom
we escape to the end of the hunting world
preparing for the rapture

Why Do Christmas

Why Christmas Day when He seems so far away?
Why fain rejoicing when really there is nothing to say?

Why do Christmas with all it's tradition and more,
When in a few days it shall transition to as it was before?

There is no Christmas magic 
Offering some mystical trick.
Transforming our hopeless state so tragic 
Into happy! happy ! happy!
Just that quick.

The Christ that came for Calvary, does not return each year . There is no need to prepare him room, for he is already there.

In your soul , in your marriage too. In your family and all who fellowship with you.

He greets you each morning,
He gives you rest each night.
He knows your joys and Mournings,
Nothing escapes His sight.

So the greatest gift to give this year 
Is to share with others that Christ is already here!
And rather than make room in the inn
He wants man to walk with Him.

What Do We Do With Our Freedom

Clods of blood,
Backs of sweats,
Echoes of mournings,
Fountains of tears,
Alters of sacrifices
traded for the freedom
we inherit today.

There were days when
our forth parents have to
struggle across the atlantic 
ocean oppress by transatlantic 
devotion
with ships of slaves on their 
shoulders.

Inside the vessels tightly
packed with the blackness of 
our skin
the minds that engineer our 
cultures
and the fighters of our freedom.

Their burdens were made heavy 
like the burden of slaves.
Their feet bleed against the 
thorns of inhumanity 
yet still they carry their burden 
in the boiling sun and in the 
dark of night, so that we can 
inherit freedom  

They gave their backs
to the whips,
their limbs to shackles,
their labor to the fields
then gave their live to the 
grave, and all they ask
in return is for our freedom.

Knowing the hardship that
our ancestors undergo so that 
we're free,
what do we do with our 
freedom?

Currents

Sunrise across the river, laughter going through my head, 
I don't know what become of you, just a laugh away from, 
Some of the things you said. I can hear the river roar. 
Rocky mountain river, saw through a vocal score. 
Late mournings hours with only the days heat to gain, 
Watching, listening to Mother Earth play her games. 
Seeing the day before me, remembering you this way, 
Calms my upset unsettled thoughts that started my day.

Fresh Cut Grass

My favorite thing about the month of June 
The smell of cuttings across the lawn
The air so crisp and beautifully warm by noon
The smell of the day after right after dawn
Spirits linger in early mournings rays
Each moment passes, away silently slips the day
 
If only those moments could only last
The smell of dew and fresh cut grass
Clean, crisp and fresh holding it with loving grasp
 All through the day

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