Pg poems

And when it is from a ‘comrade’, they hesitate to pick the call, For they think that it is all about money, And ‘relatives’ is their appellation,  In celebrations, and in graduations - they never miss. Now, dear relatives, be supportive of their journey,  Not just during graduation, but every single day, For in the halls of schools, they face many a challenge, And a kind word, a listening ear, can make a difference. Don't let hypocrisy guide your path, Instead, show empathy, and walk the talk, For students can see through the false facade, And what they need is genuine love and support. So when they call, don't turn a blind eye, For it may be the cry of a soul who needs to fly, And with your help, they can reach new heights, And soar beyond their wildest dreams and sights. Let us all be beacons of hope, And guide students to the path they must cope, With hearts that are pure and free from malice, And minds that are open, without prejudice. Let us unite and lend a h...

It is midday, and I'm already annoyed with my valued guys, I'm compelled to look at their "statuses," trying to make sense of it all but I soon realize that there aren't many men left. The rest just joined the charade club. Moreover, are all idle users getting content from Tik-Tok, Just there, sitting in the classrooms of the Erics’ and Kifees’ Just accumulating "memes," "quotes," and "comedies", To help them communicate their futility, in the custody of ‘other men’ – Just to make farce on women.  Dear men – my valued guys, Kindly learn to respect the ladies and let them be free,  Don't make fun of their flaws or make them feel trivial, Accept them as they are, warts and all. Let us work together to create a world where equality reigns supreme.  Not to mention that they are moms, sisters, and wives, They are the foundation of our lives, They are entitled to be treated with respect and elegance, For their value is not d...

Oh dear comrades, Listen to my words with care, For there is a higher power, That we should all hold dear. God is the creator, Of all that we can see, And it is important, That we show respect to thee. In every class and lecture, In every book and page, His hand is present, In every stage. In every thought and action, In every step we take, His guidance is there, For our lives to make. So let us show respect, To the one above, By living with honor, And showing love. For in the end, It is God who we will meet, And it is our respect, Respect for the Creator That will make our souls complete.

Congratulations to all the students, For passing the KCSE exams with excellence. Your hard work and dedication has paid off, As you embark on a new journey ahead. To the future doctors, engineers, and lawyers, May your studies be filled with knowledge and power. To the artists, musicians, and writers, May your creativity never falter. To the scientists, mathematicians, and researchers, May your discoveries change the world. To the teachers, social workers, and activists, May your passion for helping others never cease. No matter what path you choose, Know that you are capable and strong. May the future be bright and full of possibilities, As you continue to strive for greatness. Congratulations once again, And best of luck in all your endeavors. May your dreams come true, And may you always be a shining star.

In memory of my dear uncle, A teacher and a guide, Who always had a smile, And a heart that was full of pride. Though diabetes took him from us, His legacy will live on, In the lessons he taught, And the love that he shone. He gave so much to others, With his wisdom and his care, And though he's gone, His spirit will always be there. With every student he taught, With every life he touched, He left a lasting impact, That will never be too much. So here's to my dear uncle, A man who was so kind, May he rest in peace, And forever be on our mind.

Oh youth, with hearts so pure and true, With all your dreams and all you do, Don't let the world's distractions lure, Your love for God to ever obscure. For in His love and in His grace, You'll find a shelter and a place, Where all your fears and doubts will cease, And you'll find true and lasting peace. So let your hearts be filled with love, For the One who reigns above, For He is the light that guides your way, Through every single night and day. And as you walk this earthly ground, With God by your side, you'll never drown, For He will be your strength and shield, And in His love, you'll always yield. So youth, with all your hopes and fears, Turn to God, He'll calm your tears, For in His love, you'll find your way, And in His arms, you'll always stay.

My love, my heart, my shining star, You light up my world, near and far. With every beat, my love for you, Grows stronger, purer, and more steadfast.   Your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch, Fill my soul with warmth and such. The way your eyes sparkle and shine, It takes my breath away every time.   You are my rock, my guiding light, My reason for existing, my everything in order I promise to love and cherish you, Forever and always, my dear, it's true.   So take my hand and walk with me. We'll face the world together, wild and free. For as long as I live, I'll be by your side, My love for you will never subside.

Oh children, hear my voice, so true and kind, Remember the love of your parents so divine. For they nurtured you, gave you life and all, And now they wait, with love so big and tall. So come back to their arms, and make amends, And find a love that never, ever bends. The road may be long, and the journey tough, But know that your parents, their love is enough. To forgive and forget, and start anew, And build a bond that's strong, and bright like the dew. So come back to their arms, and make amends, And find a love that never, ever bends. The years may have passed, and much has changed, But your parents' love, it remains the same. So leave behind the pain, and the past, And come back to a love that's meant to last. So come back to their arms, and make amends, And find a love that never, ever bends. For life is a journey, with ups and downs, And a parent's love, it always abounds. So don't waste this gift, don't let it go, And come...

Three years have now passed. And the next month will mark the beginning of my fourth anniversary. As a wretched agent of the world, in the name of adoring something and not loving it back, in the name of forcing conversations with my ex, Conversations that never start. I’m resilient about resurrecting our friendship, and I did it at first. But my friend "died," and she isn’t ready to resurrect. Every day I yearn for her intimacy, yet I’m the one who was goosey enough to farewell her. Because she had foreseen that our kinship wouldn’t last for long, I feared that she would leave me first. But, in order to avoid this, we first joined, then divided. Now that time has passed, I still miss her. But she became my enemy, and she detested me more than the fiend could. She never returns my phone calls, never responds to my messages, and has blocked me on all social media platforms. And now I’m left dejected, just like I wanted. Decisions take seconds to be made....

0. I was maybe zero when my grandmother caused me to cry by attempting to shave my hair and when the nurses incited me to scrape by piercing my new fleecy skin. 1. My mother used to force me to sleep by constantly feeding me milk and porridge; it was the only time I could be quiet. 2. I was maybe two when they decided to take me to church to implore for me, yet I, the monarch, yelled at the pastor and caused the congregational activities to pause for a moment. 3. I was maybe three when I could merely struggle to say two words, "mama" when asking for food and "baba" when I needed money, and when I could not distinguish between the right and left shoe. 4. I was maybe four when I wanted to know why everything else in the world exists and why people should go to the school that I never wanted, only because my mother never came with me to class. 5. I was maybe five when my brain started "hanging" due to overload. I was confused about wh...

Parents, you are the guiding light, The source of unconditional love, day and night. Thank you for all that you do, Your children are lucky to have you, You teach them to dream and pursue, Their passions and talents, this is true. You inspire them to be kind and strong, And always do what is right, not wrong. They look up to you, your guidance is dear, With you by their side, they have nothing to fear. You work so hard, your love is pure, Your children are grateful, that's for sure.

With scabies so uncommon, a close buddy, You fight this struggle with a kind heart. May the healing process be quick and gentle, And may the itching and suffering go from your thoughts. May each day offer you a brighter tomorrow, As well as the fortitude to overcome all your grief. And, while scabies may persist for a little while, Your friendship and spirit will triumph with a grin. So, here's a glass to your health. May you have clear skin and a strong heart. And remember this passage while you heal: You have a buddy who cares now and forevermore.

Abandoned by my child,  I stand alone,  My heart aches with pain,  My tears do roam,  Once loved and cherished, now left behind  Memories of laughter, now filled with grind   Why did you leave, my dear son? The love I gave, did it not matter?  Did I not hold you, kiss your pain away?  Did I not teach you, to love and pray?  Why did you go, and leave me so forlorn?  My heart is broken, my love for you still strong. The days are empty, the nights so long  I search for answers, a reason for this song  But all I find, is emptiness within  A love so pure, now shattered like thin glass  Why did you leave, and break my heart so fast? I wait for your return, with open arms  To hold you close, keep you safe from harm  To mend the pieces, of this broken heart  To once again, love’s beauty impart  Why did you leave, and tear us apart? Oh, my dear child, come back to me  Let us start anew, a f...

Once again, I have laid down the pen, Moreover, I promise to do it again. I had given it all I had, I even spilled the ink down the ditch, In harmony with the counselors, From my wise comrades: Trying to make it stop, But it has never.   I had turned my tone to a whisper, And I trained my heart to beat quietly. Everyone is in favor of not frightening the angel. Sent from heaven, above, Trying to make it stop, But it has never.   I bottled up all that I had. I became a patient listener, To the angel with twinkling eyes: Until my tube filled up, Trying to make it stop, But it has never.   Then it was inspected as it moved to the left. My appellation bellowed out, Over and over again, Until nothing else was left in me,   But a smile whenever it looked up, As a mechanic, I tried to fix But then, it never worked.   Nevertheless, I have every reason to beam, Because it is certain that elsewhere in the realm, My portraits are in custody of an alien; They ar...

It wasn't by coincidence; it was planned. Nonetheless, it's as if it was fated; it was written for me, And my entire paragraph, Was marked as read. I had taken the time to write my essay, and I was full of feelings about how much I desired you to be a part of me. Quill-bot corrected flaws in a paraphrased text. An article on the subject of Open-AI, Was marked as read. You discovered me drowning in the midst of my own misery. And claimed to help me hover; it was a sham promise. Nonetheless, I believe it is fated to be. You're inadvertently bringing out the monsters, That I was hunting to swallow in my sea of dreams- The guy who had been promised eternal life Was marked as read. Is it because You already know what I'm thinking Even before I write it? Perhaps that is why you constantly glance through my article. However, why don't you respond, even once? An essay that drew from all wells Was marked as read. I never imagined you...

Radio presenters, media guys, With words so powerful, you touch our lives. But with that power comes great responsibility, To handle with care and sensitivity. So let's respect each other, one and all, And build a world where kindness stands tall. The airwaves are yours, the stage is set, An audience waiting, don't forget. To speak the truth, but with a gentle touch, And show compassion, that's so much. So let's respect each other, near and far, And spread love, like a shining star. A voice is a gift, a powerful tool, So let's use it wisely, like a fool. No room for hate, no room for hate, Only kindness, let's cultivate. So let's respect each other, young and old, And build a world that's warm and bold. The microphone is yours, the power is real, Use it for good, and make us feel. That we're not alone, that we're not alone, That someone cares, and will always be known. So let's respect each other, short and t...

Drugs enslave the mind, a silent thief, Stealing dreams, causing pain and grief. But there's a way to break these chains, To find the strength to quit the strains. Let's join our hands and make a stand, Say no to drugs, take back our land. In every street and every town, Drugs tear lives and families down. But hope still shines, a guiding light, A path to healing, a new insight. Let's stand together, make a vow, To help each other, show them how. We must not fear, we must be strong, Our voice a song, our will a song. We must embrace each other's hand, And help those struggling to stand. Let's show the world a better way, Free from drugs, a brighter day. So let us rise and make a change, A call to action, a new range. Let's be the ones to light the fire, To inspire and take back the power. Say no to drugs, and let it be, A world of freedom, a world set free. And when the journey seems too tough, Just remember, you're not a...

And there’s going to be some Rastafarian At some corner in heaven                           Smoking weed, drinking bear and fornicating Some Muslim  At some corner in heaven Punishing sinners On God’s behalf. Some Christian At some corner in heaven Making farce on other denominations And, making their own commandments. *** All the religious books in the universe embrace the love of God And one another: to first love God  And love our neighbors as we love ourselves. Loving yourself does not mean  To treat yourselves with drugs, So as to be high. Loving one another, Does not mean punishing them, Just because your denominations don’t agree. Loving God, Means keeping His commands. 

My love, my heart, my shining star, You light up my world, near and far. With every beat, my love for you, Grows stronger, purer, and more steadfast. Your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch, Fill my soul with warmth and such. The way your eyes sparkle and shine, It takes my breath away every time. You are my rock, my guiding light, My reason for existing, my everything in order I promise to love and cherish you, Forever and always, my dear, it's true. So take my hand and walk with me. We'll face the world together, wild and free. For as long as I live, I'll be by your side, My love for you will never subside.

Three years have now passed. And the next month will mark the beginning of my fourth anniversary. As a wretched agent of the world, in the name of adoring something and not loving it back, in the name of forcing conversations with my ex, Conversations that never start I’m resilient about resurrecting our friendship, and I did it at first. But my friend "died," and she isn’t ready to resurrect. Every day I yearn for her intimacy, yet I’m the one who was goosey enough to farewell her. Because she had foreseen that our kinship wouldn’t last for long, I feared that she would leave me first. But, in order to avoid this, we first joined, then divided. Now that time has passed, I still miss her. But she became my enemy, and she detested me more than the fiend could. She never returns my phone calls, never responds to my messages, and has blocked me on all social media platforms. And now I’m left dejected, just like I wanted. Decisions take seconds to be made....

Only if you had my eyes You would see the sea of love it has for you.   Only if you had my heart You would feel how it excites you when you are with me.   Only if you had my veins You would feel how they are deeply connected with yours.   Only if you had my hands You would feel how I feel when I hold your waist.   Only if you shut my mouth You would taste the flavor I get when I candy kiss you.   Only if you had my brain You would acknowledge the lovely thoughts it has for you.   Only if you had my hair You would feel how they guard anyone who gets along with you.   Only if you had my nose You would only smell the sweet, sweet fragrance that comes from you.   Only if you had my nails You would have to paint them with your blood

Everyone craves for good brains, but households crave for sound brains. Where did our husbands who loved us go? Marriage can be aggravating at times. It's irksome and even more boring when you try to probe the same man who used to take you on outings, never forgot your birthdays, never forgot your periods, and always brought you flowers. Without necessarily waiting for Valentine’s Day. The man who used to refer to you as "mummy" or "bae" instead of by your name The person who gave you the attention you required in the past, Your hormones used to go crazy when you saw the "symbol of love," Is he the same man you sense a romantic interest in? He is no longer aware; there are no longer any sensations, flowers, hugs, kisses, outings, or nonety for him. This dude has apparently become insane. Aah! This man has grown older and no longer resides in the house. While her mother and maid work to feed her, I wake him up early for work, was...

You contemplated for a bit and asked if I ever found pleasure in love. I was lost for a certain answer, so I smiled. I am still searching for the proper nomenclature that could explain the fatigue behind searching for solace in something you struggle to trust. Something you adore at night but despise during the day; Attired like a cocotte, feigning that you do that all because of me, While hanging around with a convoy of men While partying around with all sorts of girls, claiming that you are in a The youthful stage, which fades away like smoke, Then you must enjoy it before it fades completely. In addition, that really hurts me; it "breaks my heart," as they say. However, how can I trust something like a chameleon? Why can’t you hang out and party with me instead? I now believe what they told me—”it is hard to bend a mature tree." For sure, I have tried to put you in my lane, but then you keep insisting on finding comfort in the opposite, which ...

In a world where esteem is chivalric, modern parents continue to practice "modern parenting," which means that their children are civilized. And all they have to do is just cope with it, for it is a digital world.   They call it civilization when a kid is dressed naked on the streets. Or even post their nakedness on social media in exchange for positive feedback. Positive comments in a world without respect, in a world full of dogs, then blame the divinity when their kids go playing around. for cursing them.   They call it modern parenting because they treat their children as adults. who have to be the breadwinners of their families, who have to pay school fees for their siblings and also have a job in their community, That children should be corrected orally because it is better to spoil the child than to spare the rod, That their kids cannot be corrected by anyone else, not even at school by their teachers, since they are always ready to fight for them and ready...

Society is made up of people who seek attention. Everyone is acting childish, in the sense that without their mothers around, they won't acknowledge the world. They won't appreciate whatever the universe offers unless it is milk. A great number of people these days are fascinated by being curious about the prospects of others; they cultivate being genuinely interested in you. They pretend to be good listeners so as to know what you are going through, professing to help you, but in return, they criticize you behind your back. Their curiosity is to see others fail, then start making fun of them. Nay, it is not good at all. They will enter and develop conflicts and arguments to let you down. Sometime, they will start arguing over who you are, how you are, all full of farce, condemnations, and complaints about you, And the prophets will also predict your future, day by day. And always, that’s their norm, and they won't stop, for they are attention seekers...

Behold, the father of the house appears. Let us hurry to retire to our beds. Before the sadist in spirits, gets hold of us. Behold, here comes the provider, Daddy is staggering to the house for dinner. Yet he left with all of Mummy’s savings for breakfast and went to the brewery. In addition, he promised to hurt her and send her back to her parents if she dared interfere with him and his plans. He had promised that mummy’s savings would help him generate more, which, he said, would result in energy for work to sustain us during the day, but now the provider comes for dinner again, with a god-mode, Feeling energetic, blowing everything in his path. The trumpeter has arrived. The chickens are flushing to their nests and the cows are mooing. The trumpeter is whispering inhumane words to us, He has a detailed account of how Mummy has made him poor. He has a full swing of advice, and with him is an Oxford dictionary. He says, "Have balance in life; be better i...

Mother noise, the soft, silent, and resilient gossiper A sojourner on earth, the dawn visitor The dusk narrator, Mother Noise, resides in people’s households. With mangled shoes and a lacerated pair of fabric Moreover, with a scaly mouth as a result A noisy vendor At all dawns, the noise vendor is always at the villagers' doorsteps. She knows all that the village holds—what everyone eats and sleeps with. She has wings to fly and delivers all rumors from one household to another, all in bold, She is a speaking machine. Mother Nature is a jerk, but she claims to have a degree in conflict resolution; when she visits, she pretends to do door-to-door volunteer work in order to save the world. Nevertheless, all she wants is some food to get her going for the next-door delivery. Let the whole world understand the nature of mother noise: Let no one get involved in any arguments with Mother Nature. In addition, when she comes, welcome her warmly, gossip with her only...

The billows seemed gloomy, And they were already in the grief mood, On the early sun-day morning. The sojourner, left to sentry Was now resting on his sick bed The enthusiastic lover and laugher, Was now coughing enthusiastically. Sunday wasn’t his day, He just had to pay. He had lived the life of a compromiser: As evidenced with the way he would treat both gender- The man loved looking into skirts, All he appreciated was fashion. He would say ‘this is what I do most of my times’ And indeed, He was to it on his sick bed.

There's a world out there, full of qualm A world of politics, where things can get rough Where promises are broken, and hearts are tough Stay away from politics, my dear It's not worth the stress, the fear Focus on your dreams, your goals Leave the activism to the old folks You have your whole life ahead Don't waste it on fights that may lead To nowhere, just disappointment and pain You deserve better, don't be swayed Stay away from politics, my dear It's not worth the stress, the fear Focus on your dreams, your goals Leave the activism to the old folks You have the power to change the world But not through politics, it's not your call Make a difference in your own way And you'll see, it's brighter than any political sway Stay away from politics, my dear It's not worth the stress, the fear Focus on your dreams, your goals Leave the activism to the old folks So go out there and make your mark But remember, politics is not the spark Stay tr...