Change my Life
Change my life from darkness into light, embracing the change that comes with fate. Let love guide. Let hope ignite. Let inner strength lead to tranquil nights.
Yemi Butterman
Yemi is a freelance writer with a poetic mind and a knack for storytelling. He blogs on etherlogue.com and speaks publicly on courage, resilience, empathy and emotions. He is an author with creative writing practice and is passionate about personal development and entrepreneurship. He likes to travel, perform spoken words, write social media copies, and create reflective content.
Song of the Sun
Finding light in darkness and strength in flaws, The Song of the Sun is a melody of love, endurance and resilience in the face of adversity.
Where Is The Way?
"Arise we say" in our quest for meaning, we brave the darkness, seeking light. In unity, we find strength, forging paths where stars guide and nature whispers. This is a poem of caution; the human brain is split into two but stands as one. Where is the way? Do you think it comes with grace?
I Fought
I Fought is a poem that delves into the journey of life, of inner conflicts from the conception of birth through the intense gust of wind that comes with living. It is about the love of fate, the raw, mighty cry of the soul. Trauma affects self-esteem. It is meant to inspire courage, resilience, and love.
We Know Who We Are
This poem traverses the path of existence from the moment of conception, a creamy dream in the womb, to life unfolding like a yolk in a shell. It speaks of life as a journey, a riddle filled with love and wonder, threading through the world in awe. Life is short but deeply felt here, a journey shaped by fate and a conscious choice of love.
A Survivor’s Melody
In this world of form, you can't be too informed. You can't read enough. A Survivor's melody is geared toward urban surrealism, the transitory sight of fate, and life challenges. This poem seeks to understand the city's rhythm, the snowy piles, the gases, the traffic lights that guide us through the uncertain paths we tread, and all the pon-de-replay of the fleeting passage of time. How long have we all come as a species?