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Jacob macharia Poems
Never give up
With cries overwhelming, Smiles slowly seizing, Friends always mocking, And hope seemingly ceasing,
To the sky well moonlit, She stared to the stars right, Never allowing the obscuring light, To come in between her sight, .
Greetings to all couples, Who acknowledge and value Valentine, And to all the singles, Who choose it to be just any other dine.
Just like the finger-prints, we are unique. Created, purposed and endorsed differently. You can try to impersonate or imitate me, But the main self lies deep in me.
Let It Go
When wishing becomes the last thought, Waking up in yesterday's unaccomplished agendas, Forgetting the fortunes of today, Hiding your head in the sand from tomorrow's reality,
Wake Me Up
Wake me up when it’s all over, When my guts fall low, When my vow surpasses, When my intimacy rebounds,
When I think of the ruined today, Am all sobs and worried. The sod-filled grounds, Once were appealing and bountiful,
Sometimes; It is easier to recall than regret, All that is gone and not forget, The lessons that were dearly learnt,
Am in love
I guess am in love, The tumbling in my stomach, The smile in every thought of her, The skip of a heartbeat whenever intimacy clicks,
If my cries get wild, And my sobs redundant, My eyes won't dry 'Cause the drips are meaningful.
The tune was appropriate, Chosen by a persona considerately, And we danced together utmostly, Without giving chances to recreate.
I am looking for a love; Someone who will always be there for me, That who will erode my desires, Subsidize my emotional weakness,
Long love waits, The beautiful ones not yet born, But still absence makes the heart to grow fonder.
A hero born, a hero dies. Actions cherished, others practiced. Way back in time, our forefathers fought, Their relentless duties gave us freedom.
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Never give up
With cries overwhelming,
Smiles slowly seizing,
Friends always mocking,
And hope seemingly ceasing,
It's never over till it's over.