POETRY – Page 2 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

Leonell EchaOctober 26, 2017

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 […]

Leonell EchaOctober 24, 2017

Roses are red, some, that is true And we recite this poem without having a clue. Jack and Jill was story like no other And yes, they both also had a daughter. The two blackbirds sitting on the wall Were actually named Silas and Saul. Humpty Dumpty had a very large head That’s all that […]

Leonell EchaOctober 12, 2017

Love like politics they say is a game For some, it’s much for the passion Whilst for others, it is a platform for fame Whatever maybe your mind’s fashion Keep this to heart; A game with no plan is lame Hence the formation must be such That not only attains a goal. It must also […]

Leonell EchaOctober 12, 2017

Am I not lucky to have found this storm while we rained with water of words. First time I met you, your page had form. You picked up words and pierced our minds like swords. I know it is not the last of our conquest 6 is not perfect or 1 to find the quest. […]

Leonell EchaOctober 11, 2017

I am a perfect page holding some words. Sometimes I am the night on a bright day. I could be in the sky and fly like birds On some days, I’m black and white afterwards then at noon, silence becomes my pathway. I am a perfect page holding some words Love and hate occupy my […]

Leonell EchaOctober 10, 2017

To the earth, we must pay a debt For living, serving and dying. A devotion mandating yet To the day i and forgiveness met A restitution untying To the earth, we must pay a debt. Sowing is to reaping in sweat Water used in place of crying A devotion mandating yet Good work and kindness […]

Leonell EchaOctober 6, 2017

Wind, Is what i call emotions. The rush of dopamine skinned Resetting motions- (slowly) But surely… The speed of rustling as she whistles, The entrance of louder whooshing. Psithurism; The trees and her leaves sing too. In wild calm rushes,a baptism; The chrism, warm and soothing dew. Then bursts abrupt, blustering open wide, A screech, […]

Leonell EchaOctober 5, 2017

Look over that fence marked life, it incurs disaster like a nagging wife. Children borrowing tears from the flying butterflies Opening their eyes to the light of the skies. Look at burma you may wonder what surely is the thunder drumming on the absence of the head when sleep is below the wind of the […]

Leonell EchaSeptember 23, 2017

I will not want your wishes Nor your byes I know you care but take a rest Your tears will soon dry so you may see I’m long gone like a bullet from a long gun Look critically you’ll see my soul at the horizon On my first safest, swift, luggage-free ride through seven heavens […]

Leonell EchaAugust 30, 2017

Freetown didn’t decide to let this one slide One slide, the mudslide became so wild – So wild blessing overflowed into a curse. Curse, now they drowned before they drank. They drank their many nights into many days, Many days, many prints the mud’s taken away Away to not return, away is so unsure So […]

Poetry: Time will always be with us

Poetry: 6 Couplets for Nurseries.

Poetry: The Formation

Poetry: Get Well Fleasing!!

Poetry: A Tale of Two Selves

Poetry: Retribution

Poetry: A Broken Wind

Poetry: Act of God Vs Act of Man

Poetry:If I were Dead Now…

Poetry: Sierra Leone

The Good Society

open more doors

in the ground

Seeds

A ditty

The Good Society

open more doors

in the ground