O LOVE!

O LOVE!

I will not bargain for love again

For there is nothing I will gain

But an undying pain

I will not follow again 

This train of fame

To tame my shame

Of the sorrows retained

And the ones yet to be obtained

Never worry

Do not be sorry;

For this story.

For in the sight of men you 

Have attained your glory

But never worry

For a thousand year

Myself I shall avail

To be blamed

Holding on tight the regrets 

Of lost aimed love

O, love!

I laugh on the heard of the name, 
Love.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

NOT BY THE LAW

I curse my heart

For the cause of your departure

I frown on myself

And say;

You little piece of crap

Why let her-let her go?

But you wish her back

Are you serious?

But if the story could be

All told in full

Leaving not a dot

My soul could be guilty

By emotions

And not by the law

For I tried in my soul-to keep you,

And I have him as a witness

To testify.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

WOULD YOU LET ME?

If I ever come back

And recite to you

My listed regrets

With tears clattering down

The walls of my cheeks

Begging of you to give me

A second chance

Something I really never believed in,

Would you let me?

                                                                      

Would you let me be,

That somebody?

That person, that one person?

Even though I have once failed.

I have no intentions of failing you

Once more.

For I am tired of being that asshole.

So I am asking, 
Would you let me?

Would you let me be the one,

To fix back that broken smiles on your face?

Would you let me,
 If I kneel to the floor?

Would you let me be the one to straighten 
The crooked laughter on your face?

Would you let me?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

SAME HANDS

Gone around circles

Ran races on tracks

Without traces

Blinded by your love

I cannot find the traces

I leave behind that leads back to you.

Blindfolded by outward beauty

Still not seeing with the heart.

Broken and shuttered

Without shelter.

So I run,

To you I run to.

The same hands that once left

Hold off me

The same persona

That broke beyond repairs.

I keep running into you

The same you-

Hands made of steel,

Heart made of soot

Same hands that broke me

Same voice that broke me

Same heart that betrayed me

Same thoughts that is not straight forward.

How come I keep running into you?

Same hands that were once,

And always wrong.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens: Though troubles assail And war affrights Though government should fail And sickness unite Yet one thing secures us Whatever be...

IF PEOPLE RUST

Most people we love lust after others
yet even in their lust,
They expect in return trust
But if people could rust
I would wait to see whom to give my trust.

I would wait to see the fake ones-
The poorly alloyed, and galvanized,
The softly hardened and tempered
Who react easily with the mild atmospheric pressure of true love,
Those who cannot stand the harsh weathers of true friendship too.

I would wait, to see those who are not coated with trust,
But easily in their dishonesty rust
And swiftly with their disloyalty thrust.
But I wouldn’t wait till people rust,
Before to see whom to give my trust.
---Fampah Coyish---


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I INSPIRE

I inspire:

The uninspired,

The not-really inspired

The not-at all inspired

And the not at all inspired.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

THIS LIFE

We do not stop living

Because we may be dying

For the fact that tomorrow

We may be dead

Does not mean today we

Are dead corpse

So let us keep breathing

Till the last lung is torn

And there is no more

Air in our chests to spare

That our blood

Have gone chilled like ice

For the moments we plan to die

While in ourselves we live,

Our souls plan to live

While we die from ourselves
For this life we live is air,
And death is a thief of souls.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LIKE A BLIND MAN

I am not afraid.

For like a blind man,

Who has never seen the size of his Penis-

Yet cherishes it,

For at least he has something hanging

That makes him feel proud-

For surely, he would not be left out,

When counting men;

You make me proud, 
You complete me as a man, and

I am not ashamed to have you!

So as a parrot on his first speech lessons,

I shall utter your name in every breathe-

For as a man who is blind

Makes known his plight;

I am not afraid to broadcast us

For as fresh air,

I need you on every breathe.

I am not afraid!

Like a man who is blind

Begging for arms;

I will always sing and shout your name out

With an undying confidence

For like a blind man, I am not afraid.

As a blind man sings of his plight with hopes…

I am not afraid of the rage, hatred, jealousy,

And the scorning sights of those with sight.

I care not much of how much,

Or how less my begging pan is filled-

I am content with it content;

I love you just as you are,

And care less of what the Sayers may say.

I am not afraid!

Like a blind man stands alone

 With his bowl in his hands

I am not afraid to stand alone

With you in the midst of people

With your hands in mine.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

IN THIS ROOM

The television showing our past

Historical events.

The radio playing tunes,

From our wasted unrealistic promises.

The ceiling fan of happiness is on

Whirling,

Yet blowing the uncomfortable airs of regrets.

The windows of moving on are open wide,

 Yet the poor ventilation of blame still

Lingering.

The air of regrets still hanging around,

Without any thoughts of reconsidering

The fresh airs of letting go circulate.

In this room I call self.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015