John G. Nelson
Biography of John G. Nelson
My name is John G. Nelson. I was born in a small
Village in Liberia On August 24,1976.
I could consider myself a writer without talents,
However, it is the force of manifold emotions that
Drive my passion for writing poetry. I strongly believe
Writing as an art, can be found in anyone who wishes
to find it within themselves.
Every human born of flesh, is vulnerable to stress
As a result, I strive to make use of the pen to redress.
As a human, there ‘re many things causing distress,
There’re reasons for these emotions to be addressed.
When emotions ‘re properly manage, they gie reasons
Why they exist or why they taunt, for whole seasons.
Human’s emotions ‘re gifts, not bundles of pain or toil
They exist to add taste to human life not heart to spoil.
Choice your best weapons to deal with your emotions,
It is to every human who decide to reap the best potions.
When emotions aren’t contain, they'll leave you deaf & blind. ********
John G. Nelson Poems
Racism Has A Human Heart....
Racism has a human heart, An artery of cruelty & death, It has blood of anger, & evil…, Has a force of pain & antipathy.
Old Age Feel Good
Gray-headedness is a wonderful crown of beauty Wisdoms I have accumulated, I embraced my dignity One birth, one youth and one old age, I have enjoyed This wonderful life, I have eked out, I now sit to rejoice
A beautiful butterfly flies high above. It gracefully emits, warm rays of love. flies & swings its wings, like a dove.
To My Lovey
Oh! My goddess, thou made me fill…. Thou a perfect gift, I muse of thou still Sparkling snow, incredible love abound Quieting storm, I trod on crystal ground
Strange woman if I felt in love with a strange woman whose love is adorned by every human. body braids lights, in a perfect unison,
When Life Has Done Its Part
When life has done its part, And death laid us all in his mart, When distress splits hearts apart, And agitation become our friend,
In my mind rolled, millions of words, Mind lying waste, making anger lord, In my eyes appear, colours of stresses, But who said dream could come easy?
Today's Religious Leaders
Clergies, Emma, prophets; they’re described False philosophies, doctrines they inscribed Meddles in politic, war; tainting world stage Tolerating immoral sex & same-sex marriage
I Love Her
I love her I love her & I can’t fight my fall, days, nights, I dream & beam love. I’ve seen the faces of love & grace,
I can’t rest, I can’t breathe easily I can’t sleep, I can’t dream clearly. Anxieties, pains beat me so easily I’ve pleaded, they spoke unkindly.
When I'M Weak
When I’m hunted by my ordeals or fear Would you solace my heart and bone? When I’m weary, bewilder or depress Would you buoy my mind and spirit?
An Aging Soul
An aging soul, silent nights & seasons How we count days, amount just a few And fight against the judgments of time. To extend, stretch the brevity of life.
The elements of genius is within your veins, The elements of wonders circle within you, It flow like a dream, but it visions are real. It whispers, echo, it call you by your name.
I wish, I wrote you a poem, That could sing, comfort & love, Calm all disquieting thoughts, That lay hopes in stones.
A beautiful butterfly flies high above.
It gracefully emits, warm rays of love.
flies & swings its wings, like a dove.
beautiful colours, it glitters like gold
Sweet, calm, sweet message it holds
Warm, tender it’s lights never grow old.
It opens it wings & makes day brighter.