Winds Of Poetry

18/12/2025

At times words just can't explain nor actions reflect the intent of ones Actions

11/10/2025

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Sometimes the variety in the holds us back it is the very thing that we will treasure we claim to love put them to enjoy doing at times it might be people we have found with but if you want to progress to go forward in life they are certain people ju...

23/07/2025

THIS WORLD DOES NOT FAVOR PEOPLE WITH DREAMS
BUT IT FAVOURS THOSE THAT ARE WILLING TO GIVE IT ALL UP
TO MAKE IT A REALITY

12/07/2025

According to the Bible Jesus was a hero but this lesson I learned in real life
That real success
Does not come cheap.

01/07/2025

🎤 A FREE MAN
by PeterRoc

When I was young and still in school,
I learned this world can be so cruel.
I heard the truth it shook my soul:
We were sold, not for gold.

Not for riches, not for fame,
But for a price that brought us shame.
Less than a dollar, we were traded,
Human life so underrated.

A Coke was worth more than a man.
A wife was sold that was the plan.
And people said, “That’s just how life goes.”
But deep inside, the darkness grows.

You might think this is a tale,
But it’s a truth that still leaves a trail.
I’m not just talking about the Black,
I’m talking ‘bout mankind’s track.

The day man sinned, we fell so far,
We lost the light, we lost the star.
Thrown from Eden, left outside,
Yet we walk in pride and say we’re “fine.”

We say we’re free, we chant it loud,
We raise our flags, we stand so proud.
They made us think we had a choice,
But we were slaves without a voice.

Slaves to sin and our own greed,
Chasing things we didn’t need.
Slaves to power, lust, and pain,
Living life in hidden chains.

But then He came to make things right,
He stepped into our darkest night.
Christ came down, paid the price,
He bought our souls with sacrifice.

He shed His blood to break the chain,
To heal our hearts, to stop the pain.
Not with silver, not with stone,
But with His life He paid alone.

And now I shout it, bold and true,
I’m not the same, I’ve been made new.
I AM a FREE MAN

30/06/2025

Welcome
By PeterRoc

Welcome
To the place where words run wild,
Where thoughts know no bounds.

Welcome
To the place where even silence speaks,
Where trees whisper,
And rocks echo the soul’s song.

A melody,
A song,
A symphony of joy and peace,
All translated through the power of spoken word.

This is the place
Where life is carried
By the .

30/06/2025

IF THINKING 🤯 OR TRYING TO THINK ONLY BRINGS PROBLEMS. 90% of time.

WHY THINK AT ALL?
😏🤨😵‍💫🤔

28/06/2025

CLAIM IT'S THE SAME
By PeterRoc

I am here again...
Yes
Here.
Again.

Not to plead.
Not to polish my past.
Not to excuse the ashes I rose from.
I am not here to defend what you already judged.

I am just
Here.
Breathing.
Standing in a skin
That’s no longer stitched with shame.

Yes, I did wrong.
I did more than wrong.
I was stone.
Cold.
Unfeeling.
A shadow walking in daylight,
My father looked away
Too ashamed to call me son.
And yes...
That’s sad.
Beyond sad.
It was bad.
And I will not deny that.
That was who I was.

But

You know.
You know I’ve changed.
You see it.
Feel it.
Even if you don’t say it.

But you still
Claim.

You still whisper behind tight lips,
“He’s the same.”
Still paint me in the colors
Of a man I buried long ago.

Why?
To feel taller?
To silence your own guilt
By echoing mine louder?

Even now
Even now,
While I bow low in grace,
You raise my past like a flag
And wave it before the crowd.

You want them to see me
Through the lens of who I was.
You want their eyes to dim at me,
So they shine brighter on you.
You still hope
Still hope!
That I’ll slip.
That I’ll fall.
That I’ll return to that tomb
You’ve refused to let me leave.

But listen…

I will not return.
I will not wear that co**se again.
I am not who I was.
Not anymore.

Yes, I still consider myself nothing.
But by grace
Only by grace
I walk in the light.

You say I’m the same?
You still claim?

Then let them watch.
Let them judge.
Let them say what they say.

But I will never
Be
That
Man
Again.

25/06/2025

Knowledge is Power
By PeterRoc

From childhood,
They whispered it like gospel:
"Knowledge is power."
So I believed them.
I poured myself into books
Hour after hour,
Night after night,
Starving for truth,
Hungry for power.

I studied.
I memorized.
I sacrificed play, dreams, sleep.
I thought if I knew enough,
I would be enough.

Yes!
Yes!
I thought knowledge would make me soar
That one day, I’d rise like an eagle,
Break these chains,
And lift my family
Out of the dirt,
Out of poverty,
Out of pain.

But…
When that day came,
When I stood grown and ready,
I reached for power
And found nothing.
Just shadows.
Silence.
Emptiness.

For a moment, just an hour,
I thought it was true.
But I was a fool.
It was all a lie.
A sweet poison.

I could not fly.
I could not breathe.
They smiled at me and said,
"Hi."
Mocking me,
Reminding me:
They held the power.

The knowledge I had gained
Twisted, tamed, and tailored
Was never mine.
It was a collar.
A chain.

We were never taught to think.
Only to obey.
From day one in school,
We were trained like silent machines,
Not to free our brothers,
But to serve others
To build their empires
While ours burned.

All the knowledge I had...
All the knowledge I bled for...
Was blinding me.
Drowning me.
Killing me.

But then
One day,
I heard a whisper louder than their screams:
The Word of God.

And in that moment
The chains cracked.
My soul stirred.
My spirit screamed:
"This is it!"

My eyes opened,
As if I had never seen before.
And maybe I hadn’t.

For I was blind
Blinded by their version of “truth.”
But now…
Now I see.

Not by their books,
But by His Word.
Not by their power,
But by His Spirit.

I am born again
Not with degrees,
But with fire.
Not with facts,
But with freedom.

Born anew,
By the Living Word.

25/06/2025

I Know Nothing
By PeterRoc

I know I know nothing
Am nothing, I have been told.
"You have nothing,"
They said.
Made to feel I’m less than breath,
A whisper,
A fading echo
Nothing.

Indeed, I’ve been taught
That I am nothing.
They spoke it,
Etched it in the cracks of my soul.

But today
I refuse.
No longer will I live
By the dictations of others.

Their poisonous words
Destroying brothers,
Killing others,
Breaking fathers,
Wounding mothers.

They said I am nothing.
Those snakes,
Snapping necks,
Their tongues twisting,
Their words
Stinging sharper than bees.

These things,
Those things,
They trap our lives in tins.

But now
I live by snake’s words no longer.
I live by Christ.