Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com If I Was The King Of The World, I would save it, Let every voice be heard, Without having to say a word. Lift a finger and there was peace, International from here, To the middle east, And whenever they say speak. I don't say a peep, Just listen to their concerns, And wait for my turn, To say it's okay, And that God will make a way. No matter what it takes, I will make the world a better place, That brings happiness and love, Just like the one above. I know you worry, If someone like me, Has the potential, But don't judge a book by it's cover. Cause under this blubber, Is another, Who is stronger and rings, That he is a king. So that we can all make a difference, So that we can be air live on, So many television stations, Just to be inspired by young kids. From Afr

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem | Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Florence Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My Father, He Is Dead, Make sure he is rest in peace in heaven. For all the great things that he has done, I never knew in my life, That he'd be gone forever. He was a hard worker, He was always a leader, How much my mother really misses him. He was the greatest dad I ever had, And now I'm really sad, We have lost him. He will always keep us in touch, I'll always love him, Deep inside my heart.

Poem Video By Ryan Ngala Reciting "Fireworks" Copyright © 2011 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. A Media Distribution Of Ryan Ngala's Poems™.

Fireworks Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I saw fireworks, Bursting in all the variety of colors, I hope that this is the night, That things will last forever, And maybe we'll never say never.   Fireworks light up my sky,  When I was going to say goodnight, I run outside and knew, That had caught my sight.   I started to shoot the whole thing, With the lens of my iPod touch wide open, I love the way how it sparkle so much, It's like I'm having a front row seat, Waiting for the film to be rolling.

    Poem By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com Gayle Robinson: Saying goodbye, Is never easy, Life is full of, Passages & turns. Ryan Ngala: It’s like a funeral that, Could bring out memories, As they leave into this world, As it’s to honor the people in need, As they go into heaven, For we really miss them so, As times goes by. Gayle Robinson: Memories are more important, Presence is never lost, But distance has a cost. Ryan Ngala: Memories that can be kept, In the heart of many love ones, But life is short, You never know when is going to hit you.

 Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala  Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ As I take the center stage, Many people will remember my name, As I wrote all these poems, That I know, That will leave their mind blown. As I see myself to be courageous, And I’m not ready to be nervous, But I’ll always be able to stay focus. As I consider myself to become, The best entertainer, But I want this s**t forever, As I start to raise my voice, High and low.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ ⎪ STN® Poetry™ I’m so annoy, That they treat me like, I’m some kind of toy, Having my siblings, Abel & Wendy. Attacking me & having, Their bodies all over my bed, Like I’m just so losing it, Out of my head right now, As I take them down, With my bare hands. Using my rope as a, Pair of rubber bands, Wrapping all over their chair, Or kicking them like, I’m just playing footsie. They just make me sick, There ain’t no telling, What they can do to me, But I don’t pay them no mind. As they gave me some, Time to understand, That they were just annoying, As they ought to be.

Dreams Do Come True Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ I have a dream,  That I will have my own company,  So that everybody will be,  Talking about it. As I start to see my dreams,  To become into reality,  Whether I can picture it,  In my brain mentality. But how I can see my dreams,  Become real or not,  I can’t even tell,  No matter how many times,  I put so many coins into the wishing well. But I don’t wait for my dreams to happen, I make them happen, As I start to realize,  To my biggest surprise,  That dreams really,  Do come true.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ As I wake myself up, Early in the morning, Not considering just to, Be late for anything. As I dress for success, Feeling so bless for Jesus, As I was running as fast as I can, Wondering if there was a running train, Heading for the next station. As I was sitting there, Just waiting 4 a long time, But I ain’t got no time for patience. For about 5 maybe 6 minutes, As the train started, To arrive, In speed or slow motion.

Life Comes Short Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Life comes short to you, As always, Even when you die, There will still be nothing left of you, But just a pile of dust. Just as it blows you away, Up to the sky, Once you are gone to heaven, You will just be, Long gone missing. As many people will love you, But God loves you the most, As you held him so close, Into your very arms, But to remember all the good times, That you have ever had.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Many people watched, As their eyes were glue, To the television, Seeing a remarkable moment, That was just about to happen, Sooner or later. With the magnitude of 8.9, As we see many people die, As we start to realize, What can we really do. That’s there’s people out there, Who’s just like us, That really wants our help too, That we can’t go nowhere, But up to the sky. As many people pray to, The love ones that, They have lost their lives, On that day.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala I see it in the magazine, That does not fascinate, Me at all, But just to see, Themselves. Beefing about, Who? What? When? Where? Why? And How? As you see yourself, Being treated, acted and, Saying some stuff. That you just don’t want, Anyone else to hear you say, But let’s just get that clear. And let just get this, One thing straight, In not saying some, Beef s**t, That you do not, Want to get yourself, Involve with, Or with anyone else, At all.

Save Africa Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Save Africa, That’s my mother's country,  Save Africa,  Many people need more money. They will be helping and will be,  Keeping the country,  Safer, Cleaner,  And even more happier. Than ever before,  Many more are dying in,  Sickness & diseases,  That they are rest in peace,  In their humble grave.

  Here's A Short Video Of My Voice Animated Animal Called Gina The Giraffe As He Recite My Poem Called "The Fat Cat" Copyright © 2011 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Entertainment. All Rights Reserved.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala I'm The boss, Tell 'Em boys to get lost, They disappear so quickly like a ghost, Who flies to the skies, Like danny phantom. That's what my momma, Always call me, As the boss of my own home, I'll never be alone, I'll always wake up my siblings, As long as I'm living in this household. To be a good role model, As I could really be, That's what I'am all about, To learn how to respect one another, As I work hard & go farther.

Freestyling My Words Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Sometimes when, I feel like writing, I always feel like, I have a lost for words. Whether I’m thinking about writing poems, Or writing about a bunch of girls, Who likes to take a punch, For these punk ass bitches, Who stands in their way, Another day, Another dollar. I’ll be done by the hour, I don’t consider myself, As an evil villain, But I burst myself with laughter, Call me as the joker. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

 Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala With the structure, Of an awesome body, That God had obviously created, Makes a skilled and talented sculptor, Want to stare at an amazing beauty. Like something off of a wax model display, At the Madame Tussauds, But just to see a lady manikin, Gets a whole lot of creativity. As If It was someone else’s, Toy doll, They will braid it like a customer’s hair, Swinging it back and forth, As they were some awesome professionals, But thru it all, It was still a wonderful masterpiece.

Kanye West Reciting His Poem Called “Bittersweet” After He Rap His Own “You Ain’t Even Gotta Ask” Verse

What The School Label Me To Be Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ What the school label me to be, Was certainly not true, Seeing myself being acted in a certain type of way, That there was nothing else that I can’t say or do. But I got to speak was on my mind, As I’am working everyday, Like I’m on my grind, Calling me a “Mentally Retarded” person, But at least I don't act like one. With some harsh words or feelings, As If I was almost about to cry, But not to me I ain’t, And here’s the reason why, Because I know that my mom didn’t raise me to become some stupid kid. But a man to become who I am today, No matter what the school system had to say about me, Because she will always come and talk to me, In what I'm suppose to do in school, Each & every day, Of my life.

C.S.O  [College Success Office] Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala C stands for College You should use some more knowledge You should know all the stuff in your brain Before you get yourself to be drain As you achieve yourself to become more Successful like Drizzy Drake There is no limit of what you can make There’s always a choice between you & your future Your decision is all up to you C.S.O students Don’t let them haters talk to you as they burst themselves with laughter Don’t let them stop you on your own level Cause they ain’t shit to all y’all suckers out there Unlike the devil’s evil plan mastermind S stands for Success As you realize for yourself That you will always consider Yourself to be the best Imagine as you are just about to receive your internship As you see yourself Getting a grade higher or up On your report card You go so hard As you see yoursel

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ His Name Is Charles, The hottest one in the Bronx, He walks 2 the streets, And saw some hot girls. Touching their slender six pack, You know he likes that, And he's the richest one, A Young Money billionaire, Cause he is Charles In Charge. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... 2 Many People Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  | WWW.STNPoetry.Blogspot.com   I See Many People, On the bus, As it gets too crowded, Who wants to excuse you? Or you are just trying to get pass, Like there’s no way out of here, As you walk out of that door, It’s like if some people, Just don’t even hear you anymore. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ & STN® Poetry™.  All Rights Reserved.

  Who's That Chick On Facebook? Poem     Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Who’s that chick?, I took a look at, With my very own eyes, When many of her pictures, Gets commented on her Facebook page. She sends a message, To every guys’ Facebook profile, With her pretty face, pretty lips, and nice thighs, That just got me hypnotize. Not knowing where I can ever see her once again, She might see herself, Posing for the camera, Looking so clueless. I should be commenting on your picture, Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick”, Even though you're a bad b*tch.