Soft petals in the wind doth blow,
a dance of beauty a dance of woe.
Delicate scents so sweet and fair,
a cherry blossom beyond compare.
Yet each petal falls to the ground,
a sharp reminder that life is unsound.
For even a blossom that is so grand
is subject to time's unyielding hand.
Fleeting and fragile, like the final breaths,
life ebbs and flows until its eventual death.
Beauty may shine but it cannot last,
a reminder that time cannot be surpassed.
So let us cherish each moment we find,
for life is a journey, not an endless grind.
Like the cherry blossom we must learn to let go
and embrace the finalities that make life so.
For it is only in this vulnerability we see,
the elegance and wonder of life's mysteries.
And though it may fade, like a Cherry blossom's bloom,
the memories we make will endure
like the sweetest perfume.
Blossom Monyei is a young Liberian poet and spoken word artist whose writings reflect pain, resilience, and hope. Known as “the bleeding pen,” his poems are simple yet powerful, often touching on themes of brokenness, family, identity, and the struggles of African life. Through his words, he paints raw emotions in a way that connects deeply with his audience.
Blossom Monyei is a poet, potentially from Liberia, as indicated by references to the Liberia Poetry Association and poems published within Facebook groups for spoken word and poetry according to All Poetry and Facebook groups. he has written poems like "Faded", "The Distance Peaks of love", and "Unshaken". One of his poems, "Sin," is available on All Poetry according to All Poetry.
Here's what is known about his work based on the provided search results:
"Faded": A poem that explores themes of value and loneliness, particularly in the context of success.
"The Distance Peaks of love": A poem that depicts a love interest separated by a great distance.
"Sin": A poem that reflects on struggles with faith and temptation.
"Unshaken": Another poem by Blossom Monyei, suggesting a theme of resilience.
"Liberia Poetry Association": The phrase "Liberia Poetry Association" appears in the context of the poem "Sin," indicating a possible connection to the Liberian literary community.
"Blossom Monyei - poet at allpoetry"
--BlossomMonyei--
*Wear a smile
Wear a smile even when sadness comes to tear off.
Wear a smile even if there's no one else to love.
Life might get crazy for a while
It'll be over soon just wear a smile.
Wear a smile it's the best face mask
It's not expensive doesn't require a task.
Wear a smile even if there's nothing else to say
Wear a smile it'll be okay.
Wear a smile Infront of those that caused you pain.
They'll be shocked what they did was in vain.
Every moment you're awake
Every breath that you take
Wear a Smile.
#blossommonyei
#liberiapoetry
So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows
As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose
And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence
Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense
Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush
And let it expand on more roses to reserve for Mush
Thus let a lover pluck a part of them for his muse
So that I would cherish it's use and you can be excused
So allow it to make my cemetery more graceful in the graveyard
Indeed, my love , pick your favourite and have it in your yard
Let it bloom and thrive in the sight of your field
So that , I can be there for your eyes to be healed
And if you ever feel dull to look at them in the autumn
Rest your heart, dig them up and burry them in the bottom
PS: Palwasha Sharif
--BlossomMonyei--
Walk by faith not sight
What if I fall?
What if I stumble?
In this darkest night.
My faith is weak
In volumes fear speaks
Show me your face
My doubts will burn.
#blossommonyei
#liberiapoetry
Liberia Poetry Association.
Voice of Liberia-VOL
--BlossomMonyei--
Raised in the harshest sun
It hurts in his bone
This life he asked from no one
Planted amongst those with hearts of stone.
A black man
Clueless, clumsy
His life's navigation was turned off
The don't care about him.
His mistakes
He can't erase
He'll move on somehow
Though he withers.
A black man
Meets friends
They did him wrong
They did it again.
"Is the world against me?"
"Why?"??
#blossommonyei
#liberiapoetry
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Liberia Poetry Association.
Voice of Liberia-VOL
"The Race of life" by #blossommonyei
The race of life
I am about to describe
Where some has to work and strive
While the others bribe.
As the first car runs faster than the other
With ease it crosses every border
It wins every level
Without any struggle.
The second car lacked speed.
And prays not to be defeated.
To him the audience paid less heed.
You only have friends when you have succeeded.
The race of life begins at birth
And most people give up too soon.
There's nothing easy on this earth
Unless you're born with silver spoon.
You'll cross the finish line with hardworks
Leave those oportuned, their money talks.
Finish the race it's yours to fend.
Never loose hope until the very end.
I walked past the cherry trees today,
Their petals, falling every which way.
As if it were pink snow: soft, light, and rose.
Taking in the breeze before being cast down to the shadows.
I stopped and stared, simply standing alone,
The world around me seemed to turn to stone.
It was as if someone had hit pause there,
With blossoms dancing through the air.
It made me think of all we lose,
Of precious moments gone that we didn't choose.
Like friends who fade from memory, their smiles coming to an end,
Or when you fight and can't pretend.
But even though they don't last long,
The blossoms still feel brave and strong.
They bloom, they shine, they let things go,
But they also signal the start of a new tomorrow.
A time when cold subsides and warmth arrives,
A small window where the blossom thrives.
If only its beauty could stay,
But maybe it's simply meant to show the way.
You tasted spring’s young almonds green;
sweeter than vestal nectarine
then all your innocence is lost;
forever to the wind is tossed.
The seed you planted long ago;
time will see it ripen and grow;
as the summer sun slow unfolds,
the carapace no longer holds
Fall harvest fruit is eager reaped;
upon a bride and groom are heaped;
Young virgins take them to their bed
to dream, foretell, of whom they wed.
When the end is near, as foretold
and the winter’s dark, bitter cold
makes the future labored to see
each year blossoms the almond tree.
Butterfly blossom girl was a beauty to see
She has a rare smile that is joyful and free
Her hair is an asset that I wish I had too
She is a darling child, her skin a gorgeous hue.
When she flits into the meadow the dandelions smile.
Daisies, lilies and lilacs beg her to stay more than awhile
Butterfly blossom girl is a delight, that we all recognize.
Especially the grasshoppers, moths and white butterflies.
trees bloom colourful
Mango gold, berry dark hue,
Blossoms shine the heart.
Like crystal tears, soft petals dance and gleam,
While dewdrops stitch stars on morning's silken dream.
Each blossom spins gold wisdom from earth's mud,
As heaven's jewels birth dawn's awakening bud.
Bud blooms like the sun breaking through midnight's veil.
Mud cradles pearls where phoenix tales prevail.
Dream waters mirror souls like liquid glass,
Gleam whispers truth like breath through temple brass,
Through time's vast ocean, songs of light sail on.
delicate white bloom
airs on the fresh green branches ~
steam wafts from the cup
Hazel heart soul of gold
Amethyst art of story told
Indigo words speaking free
Kissing ears that hear breeze
Underneath the cherry blossoms
Singing birdsongs as we watch them
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