Submissions by peninnah (The Blue Rose)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I got so many secrets to tell!
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2018 00:37am
17th Feb 2018 00:37am
THIS WOMAN HIS WIFE(V)
I intend to love him so passionately,
too deeply,
and very intensely.
So much so that the only way he defines himself,
the only way he will ever define himself,
is through this woman his wife!
too deeply,
and very intensely.
So much so that the only way he defines himself,
the only way he will ever define himself,
is through this woman his wife!
#love
#marriage
#ILoveYou
#LifeGoals
#gratitude
730 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Nov 2017 10:05am
6th Nov 2017 10:05am
HANDMAID OF MY LORD
A soldier has two lovers.The Army and Army life takes precedence over marriage;the wife becomes the mistress.
''Then there are days when he comes home,but his heart,mind and body remains (behind) in the battlefield.Hmmmm,handmaid of my lord!''
pg132.Diary of an Army wife.
''Then there are days when he comes home,but his heart,mind and body remains (behind) in the battlefield.Hmmmm,handmaid of my lord!''
pg132.Diary of an Army wife.
#PopCulture
651 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 9:35am
6th Nov 2017 9:35am
''CHANT A PSALM'' 41
Three things every woman should choose earnestly,
four if I may:
Her preferred poison;type and color of wine
The perfume she wears
The length of that one dear black dress
most importantly;her closest girlfriends!
Be the one to.Don't let 'em choose you.
''Just because they cry with you,don't assume they're tearing for your pain!''
ŠPeninnah Ng'ang'a
four if I may:
Her preferred poison;type and color of wine
The perfume she wears
The length of that one dear black dress
most importantly;her closest girlfriends!
Be the one to.Don't let 'em choose you.
''Just because they cry with you,don't assume they're tearing for your pain!''
ŠPeninnah Ng'ang'a
#women
#identity
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
661 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2017 12:04pm
29th Aug 2017 12:04pm
TOO SPECIAL
You tell yourself you are special,you are different
you think, ''nee!'' it cannot happen to me
I am too special
(S)He cannot cheat on me.
,
No way!I'm too special
Plus my wonderful mate is too too wonderful to ever cheat on me
leave alone hit me...
Then it happens,it happens and...
you think, ''nee!'' it cannot happen to me
I am too special
(S)He cannot cheat on me.
,
No way!I'm too special
Plus my wonderful mate is too too wonderful to ever cheat on me
leave alone hit me...
Then it happens,it happens and...
#betrayal
#abuse
#lover #denial
#lover #denial
767 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 10:09am
26th Aug 2017 10:09am
PIECE BY PIECE BY PIECE
Dear God,
Break me,piece by piece by piece,
tear my world apart, piece by piece by piece,
take it all away Oh Lord,
piece by piece by piece.
Break me apart...
And when there is nothing left(standing) except You and I
then build me up again.
Break me up Oh Lord
Then build me afresh
Make something new
something clean and blessed out of my dust!
Amen.
Break me,piece by piece by piece,
tear my world apart, piece by piece by piece,
take it all away Oh Lord,
piece by piece by piece.
Break me apart...
And when there is nothing left(standing) except You and I
then build me up again.
Break me up Oh Lord
Then build me afresh
Make something new
something clean and blessed out of my dust!
Amen.
#anxiety
#love
#religion
#God
#Christian
800 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 11:27pm
25th Jun 2017 11:27pm
GHOST OF ME
Shadows and far away memories
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
815 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 9:47pm
25th Jun 2017 9:47pm
AT THE COMMAND OF THE WIND
There is a time for everything.
A reason for everything.
So let loose when great tidings grace thee
And bless the earth with the waters of thy soul when it is time.
For these are just but seasons;
Tides whirling at the command of the winds.
There is a time for everything.
A reason for everything.
So dance while the music (still)play(ing)
A deafening silence(grief)knocks thereafter.
A reason for everything.
So let loose when great tidings grace thee
And bless the earth with the waters of thy soul when it is time.
For these are just but seasons;
Tides whirling at the command of the winds.
There is a time for everything.
A reason for everything.
So dance while the music (still)play(ing)
A deafening silence(grief)knocks thereafter.
605 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Jun 2017 5:10pm
20th Jun 2017 5:10pm
SHE NEVER LOOKED BACK
He never imagined that someday,one day, a day, he would call and she will not answer,he would text and she would not reply.
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls...
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2017 7:32pm
3rd Jun 2017 7:32pm
I DO NOT CHEAT ON MY HUSBAND
Ask any happily married woman,
they will tell you the same thing;
"I love my husband dearly,
but sometimes I hate him!
And most times,
most time I tolerate him!"
"Everyday I pray he gets home safe,
most times I hope he is held longer in traffic
(so that I can enjoy more of me)
and then some times;
there are those times I do not want him home at all!"
And thats marriage sweetheart!
Spring breaks,
you make merry in the summer
then change and fall strikes
and before you know it,
winter deep freeze the joy...
they will tell you the same thing;
"I love my husband dearly,
but sometimes I hate him!
And most times,
most time I tolerate him!"
"Everyday I pray he gets home safe,
most times I hope he is held longer in traffic
(so that I can enjoy more of me)
and then some times;
there are those times I do not want him home at all!"
And thats marriage sweetheart!
Spring breaks,
you make merry in the summer
then change and fall strikes
and before you know it,
winter deep freeze the joy...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2017 5:26pm
3rd Jun 2017 5:26pm
EVEN THOUGH AM DRUNK
I might be drunk
but even in my drunkness
my heart holds soberiority(of whom it stitchs for).
Closing my eyes
does not mean my vision is blurred
... ... .... .... ....
I am inlove with him
him who knows of every scar and still finds me
beautiful
him who I bite and throw childish tantrums at
still he finds me
incredible.
Italy is magical
and the vines yields such rich wine
but even then,here in your arms
it is him that I love.
Even though am drunk with Rome and this fine art
(it is)...
but even in my drunkness
my heart holds soberiority(of whom it stitchs for).
Closing my eyes
does not mean my vision is blurred
... ... .... .... ....
I am inlove with him
him who knows of every scar and still finds me
beautiful
him who I bite and throw childish tantrums at
still he finds me
incredible.
Italy is magical
and the vines yields such rich wine
but even then,here in your arms
it is him that I love.
Even though am drunk with Rome and this fine art
(it is)...
723 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2017 9:31pm
14th Feb 2017 9:31pm
FIVE YEARS AND COUNTING
Five years and counting
He still governs and holds the power!
His word remains the bond even after listening patiently, to my childish whelms and tantrums.
(Haha)
Five years and counting,
Still, he commands my respect.
Five years and counting
His still makes me moan and groan and scream in ecstasy!
His touch remains the secret code to my rite of passage.
Five years and counting,
Still, he owns my heart.
Five years and counting
He still is the subject of this piece!
My anchor, the number one reason why my ink keep...
He still governs and holds the power!
His word remains the bond even after listening patiently, to my childish whelms and tantrums.
(Haha)
Five years and counting,
Still, he commands my respect.
Five years and counting
His still makes me moan and groan and scream in ecstasy!
His touch remains the secret code to my rite of passage.
Five years and counting,
Still, he owns my heart.
Five years and counting
He still is the subject of this piece!
My anchor, the number one reason why my ink keep...
712 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2016 8:14pm
30th Oct 2016 8:14pm
SHE DESERVES CHOCOLATES, HONOUR AND LAUGH
Why would you think I would henna my face when I learn of her misfortunes?
You think I call upon twisted fate on her when I consult the gods?
You are badly mistaken to think my wine glass will overflow
On learning of her wounds and aches.
I untangled my hand so both(of you) can thrive
My heart shrieked when I heard you crown her with such strife.
Stop this weakness lock chapters that are done!
Concentrate on painting her who's now your wife.
Your name and mine will never again be read on the same canvas.
When you fail to pay tribute to her...
You think I call upon twisted fate on her when I consult the gods?
You are badly mistaken to think my wine glass will overflow
On learning of her wounds and aches.
I untangled my hand so both(of you) can thrive
My heart shrieked when I heard you crown her with such strife.
Stop this weakness lock chapters that are done!
Concentrate on painting her who's now your wife.
Your name and mine will never again be read on the same canvas.
When you fail to pay tribute to her...
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