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The Burning Rose

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flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the moon refuses to step out.
dark clouds happily file in,
pushing the stars away.
the cold winds follow decisively.
feelings heighten in the environment.
but the fire continuously burn…

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

Brenda Bakomora Dokmah

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Life's stage (Dear old Man)

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dear old man,
take heart, for there is a week
for all the treasures you seek.
do not be in a rush, hush.
slowly, step by step.

beautiful old man,
sings well in the night,
but stands on stage in fright.
the booing crowd you dread,
you have to be strong.

poor old man,
on life’s stage with legs wobbling.
moving with everything falling.
look around to see children sobbing.
it is time to leave old man.

sad old man.
couldn’t make it, couldn’t dream it
couldn’t take it, couldn’t stream it
lets us all disappointed; lessons uncounted.
breaking beneath was life’s stage.

get up old man,
let a fresh blood take the stage.
life’s stage you couldn’t perform.
instead you fume a rage.
no one’s fault, you couldn’t perform.

all that was rushed for,
all that was dashed for,
all are in ruins,
for there was no lesson to teach.

by your life, young one’s have nothing to reach.
away with you.
when you come again,
give a good performance.

Brenda Bakomora Dokmah

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Biography

My name is Brenda Bakomora Dokmah,19 years, from Ghana, West Africa. Currently a second year student at Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi, Ghana, pursuing a four year bachelor of science degree programme in Real Estate. I really find buildings and construction works fascinating and I hope to contribute in that field in the near future.

More so, creative writing is what keeps me awake. My writings fall in many categories; life, love, social issues. Besides writing, I am an associate of Evolv.Africa, an organization which seeks to spear head total transformation of the African continent. My dream is to show the world my works. I strongly believe that where there is a will, there is a way. The thinkable is possible.

Brenda Bakomora Dokmah

Brenda Bakomora Dokmah
Brenda Bakomora Dokmah

Biography

My name is Brenda Bakomora Dokmah,19 years, from Ghana, West Africa. Currently a second year student at Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi, Ghana, pursuing a four year bachelor of science degree programme in Real Estate. I really find buildings and construction works fascinating and I hope to contribute in that field in the near future.

More so, creative writing is what keeps me awake. My writings fall in many categories; life, love, social issues. Besides writing, I am an associate of Evolv.Africa, an organization which seeks to spear head total transformation of the African continent. My dream is to show the world my works. I strongly believe that where there is a will, there is a way. The thinkable is possible.

The Burning Rose

Enlarge poem

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the moon refuses to step out.
dark clouds happily file in,
pushing the stars away.
the cold winds follow decisively.
feelings heighten in the environment.
but the fire continuously burn…

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

Featured Poem:

Life's stage (Dear old Man)

Enlarge poem

dear old man,
take heart, for there is a week
for all the treasures you seek.
do not be in a rush, hush.
slowly, step by step.

beautiful old man,
sings well in the night,
but stands on stage in fright.
the booing crowd you dread,
you have to be strong.

poor old man,
on life’s stage with legs wobbling.
moving with everything falling.
look around to see children sobbing.
it is time to leave old man.

sad old man.
couldn’t make it, couldn’t dream it
couldn’t take it, couldn’t stream it
lets us all disappointed; lessons uncounted.
breaking beneath was life’s stage.

get up old man,
let a fresh blood take the stage.
life’s stage you couldn’t perform.
instead you fume a rage.
no one’s fault, you couldn’t perform.

all that was rushed for,
all that was dashed for,
all are in ruins,
for there was no lesson to teach.

by your life, young one’s have nothing to reach.
away with you.
when you come again,
give a good performance.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

The Burning Rose

Enlarge poem

flames flickering, licking up the pool that surrounds it.
the walls are broken.
for protection is far beyond dreams.
folks gather round the fire,
flames drawn up in their eyes.
waiting… for the explosion ;
the zenith, the revelation.

tension fills the air with its wave.
emotions blow over with mixed sensation;
regret or relief?
joy or grief?
to be free or to be bound?
to be lost or to be found?
time only has a story to tell….

the moon refuses to step out.
dark clouds happily file in,
pushing the stars away.
the cold winds follow decisively.
feelings heighten in the environment.
but the fire continuously burn…

the burning rose
in the middle of it all,
burns with a smile.
the sacrifice of love, passion, the betrayal,
the back stabbing, the agony, the neglect,
surrounds to burn.
deep into the marrow…

the pool is dry.
folks wait to see the end.
but will the end come?
the fire, burning with glee
eating up the flesh, draining the blood…

tear drops everywhere,
swimming in regret, bound by grief.
the freedom, thrown in the fire.
irretrievable..
the end is the revelation.

flames laughing, bud opens..
giving way to the new,
which still burns.
the fire now a cloak of protection,
from the emotions outside.
the price to pay…hangs,
burning alone in protection.

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