Hope Has Feathers (Second Edition)
Jaachịmmá's "Hope Has Feathers" is soaring poem about resilience and the power of hope that carries us through life's storms, hard choices, and uncertain crossroads toward brighter tomorrows.
My Jesus the Crucified
They spit upon His meekness,and struck Him in the face.They swung their whips with hatredand stripped Him in disgrace.Deep worked the Roman angerthat tortured Him, a Jew.Yet this His groaning contemplation:“They know not what they do.” Just few days awayWhen…
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"i desire a religion that would turn my body to a cathedral of love, a shrine of peace where i strip bare the frailty of me before he who crossed himself for me..."
I Love You This Much, a poem
"He whispered to my ailing heart
And said 'I love you this much'"
may you find joy
The poem "may you find joy" is a heartfelt message of hope and encouragement, wishing you a life filled with wonder, laughter, and meaningful connections.
the sun will rise and the darkness will fade
The darkness descends like a heavy cloak,It smothers your soul and leaves you broke,You try to fight it but it’s too strong,It drags you down and you can’t go on. You feel like you’re drowning in a sea of despair,You’re…
My Lover Is A Sunflower
“Let the Sunflower of Love Brighten Your Life!” My Lover Is A Sunflower We stand together in the sun,Our faces turned to the sky,Our hands entwined, our hearts as one,As we watch the sunflowers grow. The petals of the blooms…
The Quest For Peace
The Quest For Peace They told us that rivers does not flow up the mountain,But rather flows down the mountainWhy then does my tears flow upwardsInto my head, dampening my thoughts afterwards? They told us stars twinkle in the nightAnd…
strong winds, ocean waves, & tough times
strong winds do not care to knowwhether or not the root is deep or shallowit just blowshard,bending, breaking, uprooting ocean waves do not consider the shipnor seamen losing sleepit just rises,high,rocking, flooding, upturning tough times are not concerned with my…
this curve shall be straight again
and this curve shall be straight, again
if your enemy thirsts
if your enemy thirsts, give him drink, says the preacher
in his tiny arms, a dying dream yawns
"there is a boy running
down a dusty road
in his tiny arms,
a dying dream yawns"
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out where the river is flowing, you drown like steel in the lake
"out where the river is flowing
you drown like steel in the lake"
i die here
this war unendingthis gun ever firing this jungle is under siegethis trench is no more safe this war is as realas air in my nostril but this war isn’t on the ground,it’s in my mind, i am a soldier of…
to the boys
To the boyswho for the trauma dished by bulliessneaked into army barracksto transfer aggressionon a peaceful nationand cover their trackswith sick ‘unification’ lies…It was really peaceful here before you came. To the boyswho for the love of khakithe pride of…
we were lovers
you were sunlight,the reason I long for dawnbut darkness engulfs me in many shades of pain‘Sunlight!!!’ my cry all night unfortunately, the sun does not set at nightand I am no longer able to see your smiles you were silk,the…
pull out of the square holes
his emotions are scattered stars,dangling from cloudless skies,forming their own constellation, light years away from the normsthat feed the stereotypes,threatening to engulf him,in the arms of presumed masculinity, he, like the rest, whose lips,have been sealed,from uttering words emotion-laden,lest ‘weakness’…
in my country
…in my country,the path to home is so shameless while other nations charta pathway to the moon and back we can’t trace the road to workwithout being crushed beneath a tilting truck we can’t find our way back homewithout dancing…
It’s A Slow Fade
soon, when next you turn around to look, again, at her, instead of fond memories & butterflies you see a statue still, stale, & strange...
ode to you, to me, to all of us
the sun & the moon closed their eyes:
was that you shutting out the faint light of hope
that illuminate the dark corners of your hurting heart?
time is a winged chariot
time is a winged chariot ever since time found time tobe created, time never cease tofleet. seconds tick into minutes,minute tick into hours, hours makeup days. day by the day, yearscome and go while I play the roleof a late…
the journey’s just begun
i awoke to stillnessaround me sat solemn soulsregurgitating the past without words, they beckoned“come. sit. sigh with us,for tomorrow will never come” there’s no denying that hope failed thembut i’ve got a reason to crawl beyond hereeyes fixated on what…
Uncertainties
uncertainties the world is running under my feetnothing is certaineverything always changing. the universe is floating overheadnothing is stableeverything always changing. her soul’s crawling on coalsnothing is herseverything lost. we’ve got more illusive days aheadlets bury our heads in theshore…
Wild Thoughts
you sit by a river of flooding ideasand watch your thoughts run wild you lend your limbs to the windand with the wings of many eaglesyou take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’ silence shut out the voices that beckonto distract…
Rivalry
rivalry rivalry is a quicksand that swallows brothersan excuse for animosity to be abused a justification to enshrine the irrationala fancy name for beasts to compete against people we evolved over timeto call ‘brother’. assemble a masses of the vile…
Let The Music Play
“it’s better to dance than to march through life” so, i push the play buttonturn on the volume & danceto a cacophony of naysayings& a symphony of motivatorson repeat as i dance, i am pushing throughthe barriers of tirednessfighting to…
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Dear Nun
"Would you let me take you to another realm
where clouds shall welcome our sensual fury
with faith, with love, with unholy melodies?"
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Hope Has Feathers (First Edition)
"Hope Has Feathers" (2018) — The original first edition of this celebrated poem about finding courage in life's hardest moments and trusting hope to carry you forward on wings.
