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.

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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.