Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

The Jesus Within Me (No One) Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ I see the Jesus within me, The one who created me, The one who strengthens me, The one who believes in me for what, I'm hoping & dreaming for. For all young boys & girls, Who believes in him from their heart, Right from the very start. And no one starts to get angry, For that's for the work of the devil, That the Satin is Planning. So don't get mad, As we pray, For what Jesus Christ who has help us to become as a, Happy Christian people we really are today.

Me as my younger self with my lovely mother My Mom alongside with my sister Wendy Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My mother raised me, To become a loving & caring son, To take care of my lovely siblings, And the rest of my day is done. My mother raised us, To do better in school, Not to stare into space, Acting like a fool. My mother raised me, To become a healthy teen, She makes food for the children, And asks us all to read. My mother raised me, To become a humble and nice man, If they say something mean to me, I can just keep my mouth shut instead. My mother raised us, To become successful leaders, How did your mother raise you? Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ .  All Rights Reserved.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetry.Blogspot.com I can’t describe the words, Of how many people, Lost their lives, Where the Friday mass shooting, Took place in such a short period of time. Parents drop their kids, To school at, Sandy Hook Elementary, But is sad to say that, This will be the last time, They will ever see, Their loved one once again. This town has it’s, Up’s and down’s, But full of pain and grief, But why would an evil madman, Take an innocent life, In such hatred and betrayal, The news media coverage, Says it all. When a 20-year old, Started with an evil ambition in mind, He began shooting with hundreds rounds of ammunition, Knowing that he was dangerous and was being wanted for a crime. That he did commit, But he ended his life with a bulle...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com As summer ends, And school approaches, The sun starts to rise and shine. So early in the morning, Students had to get up, And went to get dress. To start thinking about, A brighter future, And a greater success. A chance they can say to themselves, That one day I can become a star, As they work so hard, One day they will go far. To reach their goals, And to fulfill their dreams, With their classmates right beside them, So they can work, Together as a team. Teachers came to teach, Students came to learn, Whether in a school or job, As they earn themselves with a associate or a bachelor’s degree. If they were, To lead by example, As they get older, To go to college, As they further their knowledge. To become as young adults, To become as greater leaders, In seeing that th...

Graduation Poem   Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Ms. Diana Cruz, Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  | WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com It’s a glorious morning, And a special event, Students looking their best, As if heaven sent. They start their goodbyes, As well as their hello’s, To the past and the present, As their future's unroll. They’re awarded with, Smiles and cheers,  Out of control, The previous year’s memories, Bring the tears that start to roll. The tears you said,  You wouldn’t cry, When you got to this moment, But with all the joy it brings, You just have to own it. Despite all the haters, Who said you couldn’t do it, You didn’t get mad but said, You would just have to prove it. You look out and see the ones you care for, By your side,  Proud of what you’ve accomplished, It was always inside. Y...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I’ve never thought, That this day, Would become a reality. When police come to the rescue, And begin to charge the protesters, In a brutal militaristic assault. When the Occupy Wall Street rally, Has finally just begun, Many have come to chant during the march, But it was not much fun. As many protesters march throughout, The town of Wall Street, So many police officers were on the scene, As they came to shut it down. Not knowing of themselves, That they were going to, Get caught in the middle of the act, Hurting so many businesses and families. That it ends right here, As violence starts to escalate, In the middle of nowhere. Starting to chant and scream, When they started to raise their voices, Screaming for no job cuts, As the American people, Continue to say. So they approach...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I see my vision, As I glare through my television, Hoping that one day, I can become a star. I can make a brighter future, One day I will go far, To be whoever I want to be in life, So I can strive, In the highest obstacle, And achieve on the highest pedestal. I can embrace, On the right path, One day I will do better in math, I can make a brighter future in my success, In hoping that one day, I can become the very best. One day I will go further, I will rise to the top of the tallest mountain, I'm never gonna stop as, I reach to the highest bidder. Like Rick Ro$$ say, I want to be "Rich forever", I want to become a writer, To become a better rhymer, As I reach to the top, Of the tallest skyscraper.

Ryan Ngala reciting his poem for "Happy Mother's Day 2012" Edited & Produced By Ryan Ngala Copyright © 2012 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ Entertainment. All Rights Reserved. A Media Distribution Of Ryan Ngala's Poems™.

 Happy Mother's Day Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ God made me a wonderful mother, Who loves and cherishes me, She shines like the brightest star, And is greater than the biggest fish in the sea, She gives me all her love, Even when I don't ask. Supports me when I'm wrong, Even though I do something bad, But the important thing is that, I learn from my mistakes, And indeed I do. God made me a wonderful mother, From up above, And yes It's Tina, The One I Love.

Since that Mother's Day is coming i'll be promoting my poem this sunday on May the 13th that is this poem i typed on thursday edited by Wendy Ngala is a good poem for y'all to read so it'll be a great pleasure to take y'all time in supporting on behalf of the Ryan Ngala's Poems site that'll be not only great for y'all to read but y'all to read to all you guys to read or recite to your mom on this very special day tomorrow so she can thank you for what you have done so mark your calendars for a very special day tomorrow. The preview of my poem goes a little something like this "God made me a wonderful mother Who loves and cherishes me She shines like the brightest star And is greater than the biggest fish in the sea" As i summarize it, it talks about having God who created a wonderful woman that can be your Mom that loves you very much so have some time to spend with your mother as she loves you right from the start A...

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetry.Blogspot.com Love is spread,  All around us,    You just can't get enough of it,   When someone sends you a card,     Ask "Do You Want To Be My Valentine?". As you reply with a smile on your face,  You see someone who loves you,   That you love the person right back,    Give you a kiss on the mouth,   But that's what love is all about.    Seeing someone pass you the flowers,    That smells so lovely,   As you consider yourself,  To be the one you're in love with,    For this is a special week,   On Valentine's Day to become,  And be love by everyone around you.

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.