Ray Khay
Ray Khay's Biography #PoetryCreator.For three years ,I have been devoted to the work of poetry dexterously from the home point.Within the three years,I have gained more knacks towards doing my best.Through the mentorship of various great poets,i have been aspiring for their greatness and the steps they have made.Joining Nircle to me is a great step towards greatness
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ROAD TO MARCH
ROAD TO MARCH🥳🙏 It was like a dommer road that lay. Besides a dommer mail,beneath a casket of hope For turns were long towards default..but stoic towards new page Went through a few lines...🥹 It was a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of arguments😫 Through callousness The hill,the harness and mad that made men have three times stoop🚶♂️ The sudden revelation stunned me😵💫 Knitting my eye brows like it was an unsuccessful night expeditions🫥 Like steaming mist in...
ITS MY BIRTHDAY
#poetry RAY+1 Am lolled in this life, I have felt it ..and.. And could hardly keep from jumping off my seat, But only swung my leg like a little child waiting for sweetmeat My presence gave a sensation of awkwardness.. Everybody served well as a chaperon The room arranged with more taste..just.. Just to go well with the cold expression on one's face For sure it was a cheery natal day *Full of involuntary tremors in limbs and vocals,* Instantly i loved mama's face..i had no idea we became friend...
CARELESS LOVE
#poetry I was in my teens,it happened in the coldest Month I lived with my lovely parents who loved me carelessly. None of them interfered with my freedom My mum scarcely noticed me , Though i was her only boy, Mum was always a hermit But in dad's presence... Was much afraid and distant in her behaviours, My heart was in a ferment, And my blood ached.. I declaimed verses loud.. ..for i knew a great deal of poetry I was so frightened of this love...and.. And...was on a tiptoed expectations, I h...
WHAT IF IT WAS A DREAM
Chilly morning its due, Embracing the daily dogma, Aah!Its school time Configuration of some questionable aspect, Its summer and the wheat is perfect, The field is a mass... ..and the sun is worse Classes are consequential, Eight years of primary life, Some other eight for upper studies, A times we miss classes... A times the long time moments, "When someone could mesmerize the class with the power of recall...then sit in another class of imagination and learn absolutely nothing for he coul...
THE BOY IN BLUE
#poetry THE BOY IN BLUE African boy Magical son dommed dude,,😢i was in neither ways,i was and i am whimsical,i didnt have anything on the table,mine was gamble in the streets famble in the speaks.i had no idea of my name i wasnt a boy i wasnt a dad...but all these were fellonies I committed for the boy in blue *Clad in his dangareen blue pantalon and a tam o shanter with a silicon clue torn blue coat,,and with a sagacious brain which popped up whenever he walked ,talked,spit,or intent in spoi...
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