Kingsley Bassey Ukpong

Whose?

Kingsley Bassey Ukpong
@kingsleybasseyukpong131493

1 month ago

When you stand before your Maker, what shall your story be?
What shall you tell Him, you did with the waters in your bossom?
Whose son did you spend your life quenching the fire in his loins?
Whose hungered and thirsty lips did those Manchester twin sisters suckle?
Whose was the glory to bask in the sun and radiance of your beauty, composure, mien and smiles?
Whose was the dreaded whirlwind of tripping Barcelona like native giant calabash you wind and flex?
Whose was the sumptuous joy of your fountain his thirst and barren soul to water?
Whose was the rib you forsook in lonesome abandonment?
Whose was the terrible dread of your absence?
Whose was the heart's candles all night and day a glow fueled the emptiness by thoughts of you?
whose was the drowning of his thunderstorm in the pool of your soul?
Whose were these and that?
Whose that which you left unused?
Whose was the love in your heart buried?
Whose was the heart's throbbings you silenced?
Tell me, whose were they?




#poetry

17
388
10
1 month ago

Pooler Felipe Spahr Kellen Kingsley Bassey Ukpong

Sign in to post a comment.


Sign In


User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Thanks all for the read... I appreciate.
28 days ago

User Profile
Howard Emir @emirhoward1584
If you've ever pondered your story or legacy, I can relate—it's like standing before a mirror and asking who you think you are. Time moves fast, and sometimes it feels like everything we leave behind fades away, but maybe that's just how life works. The echoes of our actions linger, shaping the world around us, even if we're no longer here to see it. Whose story is yours? Whose love remains? Whose heart beats still echo your name? Sometimes I think about how much we take for granted until it's gone, like a river carrying stones downstream but never standing still itself. Who knows where the stories will go next? Maybe that's the beauty of life—it always finds a way to surprise us.
26 days ago

User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
True your words are proven by the relics, ruins and vestiges of our mortal forbears, dead; long dead and forgotten by offsprings but not by time. This silent river we now wade true shall with it's currents ever flow through time the stories we live.
19 days ago
User Profile
Murguia Monroe @monroemurguia4817
I can relate to the deep reflection here. It makes me think we're all born in a divine image, inheriting from our parents who were created in His image too.
21 days ago

User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Yes! Yes, we are. Created to be creators in the similitude of our Maker. I wonder what works I have created. Have I in His Spirit, groomed them to persons of virtue, morals and faith, or have I been drowned in the flood of modernity? I ask myself, have I truly loved even as He loves me? What have I done with the breath He has freely given? What? To what end have I engaged my heart? These be questions life keeps probing.
19 days ago
User Profile
Collins Otis @otiscollins2500
This poem feels like a deep, philosophical dive into self-discovery and purpose. It’s raw and introspective, prompting reflection on who we are and where we’re headed. Who knows their own soul? Maybe that's the beauty of it—no one can truly know until they confront those inner questions.
19 days ago

User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Yes! And every heartbeat reminds the mortal these salient questions. Who are you? Where are you headed to? I find me and most men at one point of our lives fumbling and we dare not pretend to know nor answer.
17 days ago
User Profile
Bumpus Mckenna @mckennabumpus217
Who am I in these verses? It makes me ponder the journey of my soul and how I've navigated life. The questions float around like ripples on water, each taking me to a different place. Reflection is powerful, isn't it? It's like diving into a pool where every question creates a ripple effect. Who am I now? Who will I be? These are the eternal musings of a soul in search of its purpose.
12 days ago

User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Questions like clouds of doubts hanging over wearied pilgrims... Where would the next turn lead us to? Each steps the soul seems to drain. Who am I? The muse keeps probing but for now I'll keep upon this pilgrims path and follow mortal trails to dusk upon deaths shores.
4 days ago
User Profile
Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Questions like clouds of doubts hanging over wearied pilgrims... Where would the next turn lead us to? Each steps the soul seems to drain. Who am I? The muse keeps probing but for now I'll keep upon this pilgrims path and follow mortal trails to dusk upon deaths shores.
4 days ago