Share your best poem(s)/ Share shairi lako bora.

Some say nothing gold can last forever,
And 2 believe this need no proof,
I have witnessed all that was pure in me,
And be changed by the evil men can do ,
The innocence possessed by children ,
Once lived inside my soul ,
But surviving years with criminal peers,
Has turned my warm heart to cold.

I used 2 dream and fantasize,
But now I’m scared 2 sleep ,
Petrified, not to live or die,
But to awaken and still be me,
It is true that nothing gold can last,
We will all one day see death,
When the purest hearts are torn apart,
Lost souls are all that’s left ,
Down on my knees I beg of God ,
To save me from this fate ,
Let me live to see what was gold in me,
Before it is all too late.

This is one of my best poem ever from 2Pac Shakuru(RIP).

Mbona hamna vina

Plan Paris said:

Mbona hamna vina

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Just it is.
Nimependa content yake.

Yan kichwani kwangu hakuna shairi hata moja wakati Kama nakumbuka nilisomaga O- level haya Mambo ...baada ya hapo sikugusa shairi lolote lile...

UP TO DATE said:

Yan kichwani kwangu hakuna shairi hata moja wakati Kama nakumbuka nilisomaga O- level haya Mambo ...baada ya hapo sikugusa shairi lolote lile...

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Mimi huwa nakutana nayo mara nyingi ninaposoma vitabu mbalimbali.

My dear,, please hear, throug Your ears, it's so clear,THAT we all fear, covid causes tears, bad virus it bears,avoid by mask wear, it's now three years, to god i plea, the situation to clear, to god i swear, we Will praise him all the years.

Zaburi 23

BWANA ndiye mchungaji wangu, Sitapungukiwa na kitu. Katika malisho ya majani mabichi hunilaza, Kando ya maji ya utulivu huniongoza. Hunihuisha nafsi yangu; na kuniongoza Katika njia za haki kwa ajili ya jina lake. Naam, nijapopita kati ya bonde la kivuli cha mauti, Sitaogopa mabaya; Kwa maana Wewe upo pamoja nami, Gongo lako na fimbo yako vyanifariji. Waandaa meza mbele yangu, Machoni pa watesi wangu. Umenipaka mafuta kichwani pangu, Na kikombe changu kinafurika. Hakika wema na fadhili zitanifuata Siku zote za maisha yangu; Nami nitakaa nyumbani mwa BWANA milele.

UKISIKIA KITU, HATA KAMA HICHO KITU HAKINA KITU, USIONDOKE BILA KITU, UKIONDOKA BILA KITU, NA WEWE KICHWANI HAUNA KITU.

JUST SIT, OPPRESSOR, JUST SIT
Isaac Mruma
Just cross your legs
With the belly covering them,
Oppressor.
Just yoga there,
Smoking imported cigars,
A product of their toil,
Oppressor.

Just sit belching
Yesterday’s feed,
Stoop there and grin
At bones toiling in
Suffocation.
Count oppressor,
Spell out in your book of evils
Recording the toll of the unlucky
You have robbed.

When they sell their unga
To the lone fat you
And you clasp it tightly,
Hoarding
Their own property;
When you eat
As they die just rest.

The bullet of reawakening
Will raise you
From your nap,
For it is not in vain
That they will struggle.

The blows they register
Killing the greedy,
Butchering,
Mauling the unbelieving
The eaters,
You
Will present a case
For history to decide.
There wakes enlightenment
To prod the backward
To struggle,
And you have to die
For the men you sucked
To live in harmony.

Power flows in the veins
Of the gallant,
Desiring alleviation.
For it is never in vain,
Oppressor,
The struggle to bury you
Continues.

C

Motoekoppela te said:

JUST SIT, OPPRESSOR, JUST SIT
Isaac Mruma
Just cross your legs
With the belly covering them,
Oppressor.
Just yoga there,
Smoking imported cigars,
A product of their toil,
Oppressor.

Just sit belching
Yesterday’s feed,
Stoop there and grin
At bones toiling in
Suffocation.
Count oppressor,
Spell out in your book of evils
Recording the toll of the unlucky
You have robbed.

When they sell their unga
To the lone fat you
And you clasp it tightly,
Hoarding
Their own property;
When you eat
As they die just rest.

The bullet of reawakening
Will raise you
From your nap,
For it is not in vain
That they will struggle.

The blows they register
Killing the greedy,
Butchering,
Mauling the unbelieving
The eaters,
You
Will present a case
For history to decide.
There wakes enlightenment
To prod the backward
To struggle,
And you have to die
For the men you sucked
To live in harmony.

Power flows in the veins
Of the gallant,
Desiring alleviation.
For it is never in vain,
Oppressor,
The struggle to bury you
Continues.

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I dedicate this poem to the CCM political sycophants!!!

Amina umejitenga kufa umetangulia
Kama ua umumefunga baada ya kuchanua
Nakuombea mwanga peponi kukubaliwa
Mapenzi tuliyofunga hapana wa kufungua
Marehemu Prof Shaaban Robert

Shairi la Ithaka na Constantine Cavafy
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon- don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon- you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
the sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her, you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

Kaludi baba mmoja kutoka safari ya mbali
Kavimba yote mapaja na kutetemeka mwili