Poetry My Poems Are Beings Poem by Vic’Adex · 2018 my poems are beings, they stand beside me and whisper counsel into my ears and my Pen? a pen of the Pen in a hand of The hand. First published 1 January 2018. Later published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018. Previous poemRebirthNext poemPeace/Ploughshares
Submitted poem Maths Poem by Adeola Adegoke · 2017 Adeola Adegoke This life has got my thought by its tip,It’s like a stained glass shinningor teeth, colored and not smelling.This life in itself fathers my deeds;I plant every night, swollen seedsacross the pulpit of my lover.I touch her like no other day will come,In turn, […]
Submitted poem It’s Your Life Poem by Sissy · 2017 Sissy Standing in front of the mirror,There is just one figure,You, yourself, your reflection. You look like you,There is no such thing as doppelgangers,even if you are a twin to another,You are you. So it’s your lifeFigures when you dieIt will be you laid to […]
Submitted poem The Land Died Poem by Beatitude · 2017 Beatitude And the sea eats our landLeaving alone the dry shore sandFor they came with kleptomaniac hand,And got hold of things in their hand,For the sea eats our land. When the sea was eating our land,We were afraid to raise our hand,As it will make […]
Submitted poem This Life This Race Poem by Kigbu Ovey Salms · 2017 Kigbu Ovey Salms On your Mark, Get Set, Bang!The sound you hear that springs athlete like the hareMustering all strength within, a great will to winFocusing only on one thing, a perfect finishingMaintaining the lane, refusing to trailPropelling the limbs, driving the […]
Submitted poem Victims Of Fate Poem by Adefolami Ademola · 2017 Adefolami Ademola we didn’t ask to tread onthe gold-plated roads inyour fruity island of banananeither did we beg to be chauffeuredin fast-moving wonder on wheelswe never requested to wieldthe exponential grace of‘legislooters’ in the house of stupiditywe do not crave to house our undignified […]
Submitted poem If By Tomorrow Poem by Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju · 2017 Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju so if by tomorrow you do not find mehere. do not start sudden solos. sobs. or sighs strung for exiled sons. do not my name squeezeinto the sympathy of subtle snakes. or vain seekers. i must have gone yes and […]