Tag: POETRY

24
Nov

Poetry: “MERRY NEW DAY” | Thomas Bot

Where stars burn bright The moon is stripped of its pride Let the particles of the broken clouds shine Make joyous hearts easy to find While the moon traipses and dawdles in self-pity The galaxies conspired Who could foretell what could transpire? But we sat Our buttocks glued to the bench of patience Our hearts clapping against our ribcages Watching

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23
Nov

Poetry: Two Paths On This Walk We Know

I have tasted earth in the lips of the dead When they travel into birth with my words unsaid. I have written these words to life, So you make merry alive and get a wife. Do all your guts say, if why just strife. If life ties your neck, these words will be a knife. Ruddapoet ========================= Death has been

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17
Nov

Poetry: Some Colors Look Like This.

Black is not a colour It is a void begging to be filled It is the yearning wishing to be fulfilled It is the hopeful glance from my eyes Black is not a colour after all It is velvet covering of my skin It is the mirage on the tar on a sunshine day It is the miracle of a

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16
Nov

Poetry: No, I Don’t Remember!

There was this time This one time She lied to me She lied so bad My mother said liars are dangerous My mother said liars will kill My mother said… The liar said… No, I choose not to remember Bose ============================ Time has now come,the truth be told Tis but all gone; a lie turned cold They say love is

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15
Nov

Poetry: Before You Say No…

Decisions are soft nuts to crack, But If you can’t, just let it live. Watch it fly with the birds. Who’ll weigh the consequences? Root your reasons in loam, water it! From its fruits, make me fresh juice. And before you say no, Feed your no with yeses. Emny Circuit. =============================== Why you dey burn Your heart dey burn Your

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9
Nov

Poetry: A-F-R-I-C-A!!

Again they told us your story, Free of wounded verses and hurting plots Rain reigned like falling bricks; heavy. I was born like this; happy. Choose your wars, visit victory places. “Africa,” that is the child in my story. Leonell ============================== Another day shall give thee a chance to smile. Freedom shall become thy middle name. Rain those tears but

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3
Nov

Poetry: In Between These Letters

18:45 Dear Maria, I’m probably going to die from thirst. This body is in drought The reservoir went out as tears This tongue is now a desert; arid. Bury me beside a sea. 19:46 Dear Mark, Maria will come running with a stream She thinks I’m going to die from thirst. It’s as serious as it seems Do save me,

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30
Oct

Poetry: P-O-E-T-R-Y!

It all begins with a hunger A decision to feed longer And then you decide, of food, the type, Of ingredients, and fruits that are ripe. And then you shop for devices, Oops, i meant for spices, For an ensemble,one satisfactory, Not the outcome of putty. Cut, steam , simmer, cream Write, edit, rewrite,trim. Stir, drain, serve Recite the words

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27
Oct

Poetry: Part of my story

I began my story with white laughter until you came with worries of the word. You taught me to speak so I’d say master. And say God grew into one from the third. I later found mirrors mimicking me alcohol aided my laughter and pain. Somehow I bought chains and cuffed what was free, and left weak women who left

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26
Oct

Poetry: Time will always be with us

Time has been good to me And places I would love to see Yes, time has been just time As humans are left to crime I have loved it and a few Like spirals birthed by morning dew Giving me so much beauty for a moment Yet fading away with the slightest current. But here I am, partially undefeated With

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