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Dorcas Cherop Poem
It was not my will to live you alone,
fate had my life gone,
how can I gain you back?
when my life is out of luck.
Sweet days,sweet moment,
keeps my heart in torment,
Oh,too long for me to see,
your love you showed in the sea.
Days are parting us away,
love makes me wait at bay,
but all is always in vain,
when you are not around,there is nothing to gain.
Sweet love, does it have to end like this,
letting our planned marriage go amiss,
you terrorists,please let me go,
I have a ground to mow.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2019
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Dorcas Cherop Poem
You wait
I will gain weight
You will stand at the gate
Watching my gait
You might die
After seeing my dye
Gaining me back is no hope
Even if you seek help from a pope
I dreamt of acting with you in Holly wood
Lost in our hilarious mood
Thought of buying us a duvet
Having a night out eating buffet
Dumping me was the only answer
To get a life time sponsor
It is worth dating a skater
Than marrying a traitor
A skater can earn low
But his love is more
So worthy than a sponsored man
Who knows nothing but a fan
You will attempt to text or even call
And offer to drive me to the mall
But I will ignore you
And accept the request of the few
The day you will hear the bell ring
And hear the members of the choir sing
You will realize our lost love,but it will be too late
Since our relationship will have been decided by fate
You will cry in your pillow
Skipping your breakfast of Milo
Just of a stupid mistake
It will put your life at stake
What will I do?Nothing
I will just see you suffering
What shall I say?
Nothing...
Come back into my arms
Before there are alarms
I am ready to forgive
Only promising to let the seed of our love achieve
Though you caused me pain
Sharp as the window pane
I just let it go
Preparing the ground to mow
This time let us be serious
And promise never to be furious
About my silly mistakes
Just be a prince charming
And I will be a Cinderella
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2019
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Dorcas Cherop Poem
Why does death have to come?
Can we just stay alive?
Without having to test death?
You leave me with sores,
Deep within my soul,
Death, please have mercy on this generation-
Oh, please...
All we want is a stress-free life.
Leave us alone, you death,
To spend our entire life on earth.
You bring sorrows to our lives,
Without having solutions to our worries,
Oh, you death-
Can we just have a peaceful life?
You have taken all I know,
Including my kin, leaving me in the streets
Now I am somebody unknown;
I am so shocked by your cruelty.
You strike without knocking,
Happy when people mourn,
Excited when caskets are lowered into the ground.
Why do you have to invade our joyous moments?
leaving us orphaned, widows, widowers?
Have pity on the human race,
Oh, death, could you just take a leave,
Or a long holiday?
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2019
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Dorcas Cherop Poem
Did I ever have to be like this
I'm besieged
My lambs are born speckled
My wife goes to the spring at night
When the moon is high
What shall I do
Summer is approaching
I have to go away from home fast
To look for herbal boughs
Before the day arrives
To cure my impotency
Tried all efforts to straightened my arrow
But all in vain
My voice is silent
Since I am doomed for good
No play for me
No seeds to sow
Surely,I am doomed
Hearing my wife scream
Not because of fear
But because of excitement
I have to cover my head
And block my worried thoughts
I am doomed!
Labour pains shouts are heard from people wearing white coats
A progeny is brought into life
What a useful house help I am
Bringing towels for all
For a progeny whose trace is unknown
I am doomed
When will my fence get fully repaired
I have bought all kinds of wires
But all have no use since My fence is totally broken
Oh,I am doomed!
I vowed never to let her go
As I am married to her
I am a slave to this love
I am doomed
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Dorcas Cherop Poem
It took the black magic years
To earn the hand-me-down crown —
A crown admired by eager successors
In this hypocritical town.
It took only a minute,
A second to be specific,
To evacuate the soul from his body,
Leaving his carcass behind, rotting in hell.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2025
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Dorcas Cherop Poem
Recalling that day,
That she made me stay,
To hear her devastating staccato,
Sounding like the buzz of a mosquito.
I had to board the bus late,
That totally changed my fate.
I had gone home placated,
Just like someone forced to vacate.
As the bus moved down the street,
I continually felt a hit,
Telling me to alight,
Though in a life-threatening fright.
Ignoring the storm,
I continued my journey home.
Suddenly, the bus stopped to pick up a man—
OMG! It was that strange man.
A man who had been pronounced dead,
After being killed by the robot he made.
Screams rose from every direction,
Like a movie filled with action.
The man walked slowly toward me,
Holding a knife, pressured to be like a key—
Threatening to kill
Anyone who would not assure his will.
Fate was pronouncing me dead,
Each heartbeat skipping its thread.
For I was the only one
Who had never won
Any battle besides being born.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2025
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I keep hurting myself
day by day,
a quiet ache
with no visible wound.
Perhaps I need a break.
I am exhausted,
overwhelmed
by something I cannot name.
Is this a sign to stop?
Or an obstacle
before something greater?
I do not know.
They say the world is harsh
on the less fortunate.
Am I meeting it now,
face to face?
I do not know.
If we are travellers,
how many miles are left for me?
This road feels endless,
all rocks and thorns,
no roses in sight.
Will I reach the peak?
I do not know.
They say positivity attracts warmth,
yet I have stood in the sun
and still felt cold.
I keep living for a tomorrow
that has no date,
telling myself it will get better
as if repetition makes it true.
I talk more
to mask the silence,
silence that eats me daily
like a termite feeding on furniture.
I smile
to hide the quiet flood
behind my eyes.
I might break
any time soon,
but I must remain standing.
The storms grow shakier,
the winds stronger.
I ask the sky,
is this finally it?
I don’t know.
Perhaps I am lying to myself again,
whispering the same fragile promise,
like a prayer I barely believe;
Tomorrow will be better.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2026
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Sometimes he lingers
at the quiet edges of my mind,
and without warning
tears find their way
down my face
at the thought of him.
I ask myself
what it was about him,
and the truth is
I do not know.
Perhaps it was the way
he never made me question
who I was.
Perhaps it was the way
he let me exist
exactly as I am.
Perhaps it was the way
he taught me to notice
the quiet fragrance of flowers
I had walked past
a thousand times before.
Or perhaps
it was simply this,
that he never made me feel
small
or embarrassed
for being myself.
He never made me cry
at 3 a.m.
because of my existence.
And sometimes
I still wonder
if I will ever meet
a person
who will not make life
harder than it already is.
The more people I meet,
the more I come to understand
the rarity
of that kind of presence.
Do I miss him?
No.
Do I want him back?
No.
And I remind myself:
Life isn’t so hard
when you have someone
who walks through
the same life as you.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2026
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She came in striding,
Head held high,
Careful not to let the crown fall
Defining the queen she is.
Her beauty blinds those who follow,
Even the birds fall silent,
As though afraid to chirp
Her glory away.
Melanin , her truest companion,
The finest friend she has ever known.
So pure, so refined,
Her skin smooth and soft.
A queen she is, not only of the East,
But a leader of the beast within.
Cross her path carelessly,
And her claws you shall meet.
Her foes shrink whenever she appears,
For she captures souls with a single breath,
And leaves doubters cursing their luck.
Swim in her milk and honey,
And summer will be yours to claim
For she is the Queen of the East,
A wonder she remains.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2026
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Learned to ride
under a sky smeared with silver,
streetlights spilling like slow fire.
Creatures drifted in the air,
tiny sparks of shadow,
flickering in the corners of my eyes.
They whispered with the hiss of wind
and the creak of my pedals: maybe you can’t.
Foot down, foot up
the bike trembled beneath me,
its metal ribs singing against my hands.
Wobble, sway, almost-fall
the night leaned closer,
breathing around me like velvet.
And then, somehow,
the creatures lifted,
swirling like leaves caught in a sudden breeze.
Their whispers became applause,
light and soft, brushing against my cheeks.
Pedal by pedal, heartbeat by heartbeat,
I carved a rhythm into the darkness.
Maybe they were never against me
maybe they were just waiting
to see if I would fly.
Better late than never.
I rode,
and the night spun with me.
Copyright © Dorcas Cherop | Year Posted 2026
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