Who is Felix Menda

it has been long since I started to write poems and other things like speeches and my quotes. but poem writing has become part of my life, I write when I have the intense feeling or connection with something. I enjoy writing as sometime it can teach me how to live and change from ancient thinking and one to modern thinking. I love poetry that the least I can say. ...
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Felix Menda Poems

  • What If I Die?
    What if I die today without fulfilling my purpose?

    Would my ghost haunts you in your dreams?
    ...
  • Blood Sucker
    To me you were a vampire,

    A desperate one and a thirsty one with desires,
    ...
  • Unequal Swings
    You are the wind beneath my wings,
    But still i love your swings,
    To the east and west to the towel of Paris,
    Where our bond intertwines, ...
  • Cursed Angel
    Once i was an angelic man who saws flaws in good,
    Once i was an angelic man who loved doing good deeds,
    Once i was an angelic man who won derilas temptations,
    Once i was an angelic man who loved those who hate me, ...
  • Love Magics
    In the corners of my heart you were there,
    To the right and to the left atrial you were there,
    To the corners of my eyes you were there,
    I can’t lose a grip of you poises I’ll be there, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Felix Menda

Ready 3 Bitter 2 Forget 2 Honey 2 Lady 2 Mind 2 Step 1 Soul 1 Brain 1 Remove 1


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Grace Anthony Mwaselela: I love your work, what you write is reality touches the society , inspires and encourages ,keep it up ...
You fit in this Felix!!!###
Gift Julio: Nice uwe mtunzi wa mashairiii unafaaa

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