Dapper The Poet

Dreams can sometimes be tempting, you dream yourself successful, when I talk of success in my society is having a big house, a car and a brown wife with the all attributes of a beautiful woman you can think of Here is a story of Tumaini Zawadi Pendo a young, talented poet who got saved by the scouting movement  You see he was a very bright boy brought up by very strict parents and his childhood he spent in a boarding school 300km away from home,  He did his primary education and passed so well despite the health issues he had he managed to be called to a national school, he had to cross 10 counties to reach his school Zawadi Pendo is an introvert a boy brought up in pure confusion his father a retired teacher and practicing draughtsman harsh and strict a no nonsense man who always kept his word On the other hand the mother was a primary school teacher in the local school a very strong lady she was, fair, jovial saved and practicing Catholic  Zawadi had 5sib...

Nko nawe leo sikuachi Wewe nguo nifichie uchi Kukupenda kwa maneno Baadaye matendo Washangae waone na meno Shapu supu acha figure Shingo upana acha ya twiga Ye ndo mine for life She is fine in my life Wakisema shauri yao Tutafaulu kwa macho yao Ju sisi ndo sisi Sa wao waone jinsi Its our love We fly above Example to the rest We no care the rest Happily we are at rest Me for her, Not too far Part two comes for her

Click here to see more of dappers poems Our own society deceived the reality of our inner sanctum the vices we preached against have today become our daily dose See back in my home village a bicycle was regarded prestigious but now youths are up in machetes demanding they be given community land, so they can buy motorbikes not to do bodaboda and improve there live but impress the sexworkers in the bars in my home village Shida is the last born of a family of seven four boys and three girls His first born brother onyi is a class seven dropout a muscular dystrophy who is dwayne Johnson bodied, his other two brothers joined hands to claim the community land  The father being polygamous married two wives he claimed the cold was too much and he couldn't withstand a cold bath anymore so this younger wife was to one boil him bathing water and two be his comfort  The mzee back then was the richest man in the entire village, he would be compared to...  Of today, h...

Eventually, I decided to look at them Lost in lust Confused on a persons look Sworn to decide by the sword swipe. Its so sad i feel bad For my dreams shattered All to powder by my hatred But my son,i see the Ojo's pleading for years. It is extremely hard To open the lock of my heart After your sister was killed How do i believe? The lies The Unholy worship of Eniyan? Even though i miss their bliss Affection and Sacrificial Attention Darkness wakes and the sun dies. Eniyan!!! Whom came to plead yeye's milk Their treachery haunts them Behind their dream windows Frivolous and obnoxious dreams. Eniyan is cruel!!! They are human chicks   They shall see me when the sun behold their eyes on the day of the coming I wonder how the christain God mercies them ENIYAN. OKAY. i will be brave and forgiving, for i cannot choose to forever weep. But as i send you, to Eniyan Year after year Tell them about my anger Anger enough to boil the whole marine world. ...

​SEEN​ For months, mouths spoke and narrated the ordeal of former days that are yet to be repeated My eyes and ears wished they saw and hear, this days so but the heart is afraid to bear Are stories true? And can threads move through like the unseen eye of a needle? I became a sentry, just to see Stories manifest My pens are yet to swindle nature to meet the synopsis of a dreadful dance in hell We've seen Rome collapsed And here you are dancing to the pompous array of words. When last did I see hell break lose? But today,  I spotted hot stones dine with ice Are stories true? Should I say overcrowded water base Or simply flood The long discussed and awaited unwanted has arrived, just in my dish plate. Give me a space, for I have seen beyond hell I can now clearly see money and blood yell And anything I say here can be used against me in the Court of realistic fiction. Now all your stories about the destructive flood rendering people homeless is s...

Sonnet  - a short rhyming poem with 14 lines.  The original sonnet form was invented in the 13/14th century by Dante and an Italian philosopher named Francisco Petrarch. The form remained largely unknown until it was found and developed by writers such as Shakespeare. Sonnets use iambic meter in each line and use line-ending rhymes. For more about Sonnets, read  How To Write A Sonnet  ( here also  on the FFP Poetry Forums) Limerick  - a five-line witty poem with a distinctive rhythm. The first, second and fifth lines, the longer lines, rhyme. The third and fourth shorter lines rhyme. (A-A-B-B-A). For more about Limericks, read  How To Write A Limerick  on the FFP Poetry Forums Haiku  - This ancient form of poem writing is renowned for its small size as well as the precise punctuation and syllables needed on its three lines. It is of ancient Asian origin. Haiku's are composed of 3 lines, each a phrase. The first line typically has 5...

If you are writing a poem because you want to  capture a feeling that you experienced , then you don’t need these tips. Just write whatever feels right. Only you experienced the feeling that you want to express, so only you will know whether your poem succeeds. If, however, your goal is to communicate with a reader  — drawing on the established conventions of a literary genre (conventions that will be familiar to the experienced reader) to generate an emotional response in your reader  — then simply writing what feels right to you won’t be enough.  (See also “ Poetry is for the Ear ” These tips will help you make an important transition: away from  writing poetry to celebrate, commemorate, or capture  your own feelings  (in which case you, the poet, are the center of the poem’s universe) towards  writing poetry in order to generate  feelings in your reader (in which case the poem exists entirely to serve the reader). K...