The train of life moves too fast.
I am sharing this little piece today in preparation of what’s coming later today. A couple of poems I wrote are going to be appearing in an anthology book together with many other talented poets from Africa at large, available to download at 7:00pm (6:00pm CAT).
I stood by the window Watching two petals fly They danced to the beat of the wind Twisting and twirling Carefree and beautiful A dance as old as time
I don’t want to be that girl You know,
So, this beautiful lady started this poem…. She wrote the first five lines and I have attempted to complete and nail her vision.
Okay, so I’m continuing this from Kyagaba’s #chain 3 But it was started by Dj Twonjex and verse 2 was by Kirabo and then it was continued by Patricia Kahill and Shanita Kyagaba Here it goes….my continuation
I could not resist jumping in on this one.. Sharon’s Fifteenth Love Letter I hope I do it justice
Hello peeps Welcome to my #ugblogweek. This is the first of 7 posts and I pray I that I don’t flake out. *Deep breath* sooo here goes nothing….. I am not a poet…not at all. The last time I tried to write a poem it went something like; corruption corruption corruption why are you in our country! It’s terrible I know, but in my defense I was ten