Hey people, happy to write again. Thank you for your comments on my last poem i published, honestly i felt encouraged. This post is to urge the entire public to kindly like and follow my facebook page. My page there is really dry. I need more views and audience from everyone. 👉click here to view my Facebook page👈 thank you for reading.
Boarding the time of death soon
Lightening the darkness at night
A quest i am at twilight
As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune
People seated on a bench in Cameroon
Standing upright and gazing in fright
My tears, my fears, all in one night
Time for my soul to quench, how soon
I am he that will shrink
My tears, my integrity, no gain
Which i stand on
“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think
Never to be tall again
My life span, gone!
I am no hue
I am neutral
I am beautiful to human skin
They say
Coal, zebras, penguins, pandas
They all possess me
Who else possesses my charisma
You, ending with a letter E
My nemesis
How vulnerable i am to you
Because of your vibrancy
You’re seen as an upper crust and i, a weenie
Hey everyone, been a while…. I know i know 😞, been busy with some other projects I’m working on that’s why “kenslitepen” have seldom shown on your news feed, but i think from now I might write few poems that I’ll surely publish here. My love for poetry was rekindled when a lecturer of mine told me how he checks my blog and read my poems…..wow! I was so thrilled😳, some persons also ask me when I would write next, didn’t know people read about me that much lol😁😀😊 wooooow!. So in order to be better than i was because i really have a “big eye” for poetry I’ll keep writing, and writing, and writing, Have a nice day👍👋
Hey everyone, how are y’all doing? Trust you’re doing fine, “it has been a while ken’s being online here” some may say but for the records I’m always online here, it’s just that I get so occupied with school activities. As an aspiring economist, i learnt to use my time productively so publishing new poems will of course be seldom, though I write sometimes at my leisure hours but if anyone has a poetry contract for me I’ll be interested you know😏😁😀. As i said earlier on, i am always online, i could be lurking and scrolling throughout but I’ll always reply to any comment or text, tata for now👋
I AM NOT A GHOST ON WORDPRESS 😂
With blistering steps of human stamps
with a rambling walk into a room
I stand as an inevitable prerequisite
Instead of pats of love
Rather, pats of dust
I was made for this i know
But not with stamps of shoes but human feet
Within months i will wear out
With a solemn welcome i offer to you before you go in
Will you ever say a goodbye to me before you go out
For hiding the truths with tiring lies
I am on my own to frazzle
Through out my life span, the door post Is where i call home
Wow! so thrilled on the recognition 🙋🙌
Feel free to join in and link back to this post! Maybe I’ll discover some new blogs along the way… Otherwise, stick around, you might find something new!
Poetry, life, thoughts, quotes – whatever’s on her mind guarantees an audience, and watching how her quickly her blog has grown, it’s easy to see why!
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Creative Writing of a Baltimorean
Another blog I’ve watched expand at a steady pace (and deservedly so), posting predominately original poetry, with the occasional thought-piece on living with Asperger’s.
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And give it up for the third round of poetry-filled blogs! Ken’s passion for writing is brazenly clear, often tapping into deeply personal and emotive topics.
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I was quickly attached to you,
Not knowing who you really are,
You have to leave,
That is not the end of me,
Just the end of your part in my life.
I was willing to do anything to keep you, But time proved that i was wrong for holding on.
You maltreated me,
You treated me ordinarily,
I treated you extraordinarily,
That is why i want out,
That is why i call it off,
That is why i have to cut you out.
I can’t skip it,
Not without you,
I can’t deny it,
For a short period you have become part of me.
I know you’re somewhere out there,
I need your help,
I need your company,
How can i get to you in this primitive society?
The moon,
A satellite,
Where is Amanda,
Where is my missing rib,
This is how it has always been,
Me, talking to the moon.
It’s illness when it’s “i”
But wellness when it’s “we”
I know they may think i am crazy,
But they don’t understand,
I must find you,
I must locate you,
Because it’s easy when there’s two to tangle.
