Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

    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.