Biography of Godfrey Morris
My name is Godfrey George Morris. I am a teacher by profession. I love to explore my world with verse, to make my imaginable expressions, brought to life. This I try to do by breathing life into words and live vicariously through them.
It is my ambition to become an authentic poet. I am most influenced by the works of William Shakespeare, who was such a genius. I Also like the works of Claude Mckay, Robert Frost, Langston Hughs and many other great poets and writers. I wish to be half as good as them one day, and so my journey as a writer begins.
I thank poemhuter for such a forum to express my thoughts and the world through my writings. I also thank you my dear viewers, my friends your support and critiques are very welcomed here. I only hope to meet your great expectations.
Godfrey speaks truth
of world's daily loss
dreaming desires hidden in souls
freed from the depths of sighs
rendered from the heart of minds
eluded dreams of pure mankind
yearning for a thought for share
seeking most soothing ears
promoting a verse to bear
earning grace's golden tear
at a lonesome heavy price
keeping life's true rejoice
surely now I speak
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Godfrey Morris Poems
Seek And Find
Life hides secrets to find Seek its truths and be refined
Though hatred rages against this noble heart With its deadly griping piercing claws Yet will I stand to face the green-eyed beast Standing against such infinite odds
Why I Write?
My child you ask me why And so I give a sure reply
Hold On - Be Strong
There stands a tree! That dogged tree that clings ever firmly by the raging sea
As I look at life's closed hour-glass Of all the errors past
Life is precious A gem on the sands of shores.
The price to be gentle is sometimes steep And at times it even make you weep
The Pythagoras' Theorem by godfrey morris Pythagoras! Pythagoras!
A Memory Lives
These memories wander in my head These tears of mine still lingers
The price to play is steep indeed, but reward to be had is more desirable. Greed is the drug that feeds all inhibitions; a gambler's reward is the only route to his plunder.
Day - Night Dreams
It is often difficult not knowing Where the wind will blow?
A verse am I, in a twist, Listen! You will hear, and get this gist
Nature Paints Nature paints the sky in blue, Then adds the fluffy spots of white
Road To Heaven
The road to heaven is laden with a trail of tears A patchy path of peaks and troughs pattered by dust
A verse am I, in a twist,
Listen! You will hear, and get this gist
A prose, confounded in a diet of words
Holding expressions of virtue, to my world
One so hidden in simple complexities