Submitted poem So I Became Poem by Charles Prince · 2016 Charles Prince So I became That child on the cover of New York Times The symbol of childhood Fathered by pain of bullets And detonated bombs So I became The island in a sea of blood Sourced by anger and ignorance Propelled towards grieve […]
Submitted poem Help Is Nigh Thee Poem by Courage Salmice · 2016 Courage Salmice When the brook cease, and thirst grows by itselfAnd the Sun itself goes between shadowsLetting out dreary lights in sickly rows.When faith falters, and fear grows by itselfGive the wind thy fears, for Help is nigh thee. Time, talents, and gold, […]
Submitted poem We Will Return Poem by Akinwemimo Idris · 2016 Akinwemimo Idris “Here, future’s voices once unheard. To slavery lieges at golden harbors” We will dock when vessel does At shore where water splashes, Where in peace all to be layed, To treat dismayed heart’s wounds. We will return when sun again shine. ‘Burie’ […]
Submitted poem We Are War Poem by Adegoke Adeola · 2016 Adegoke Adeola We were once soldier childrenAnd this railway story is our past.We carried guns from woodsBut our fingers are now bullets.We once shout and shootIce! Water! But nowIs the tale of Rise! Slaughter!We bear grudges and carried badges,We were once present before passing […]
Submitted poem No One Sees You Like You Do Poem by Bolanle Funmilayo Adedayo · 2016 Bolanle Funmilayo Adedayo Papa said you were a mistakeAll he wanted was a maleMama couldn’t understandTo her, your dream is a big joke. You look in the mirror and wonder,Why can’t they see?Why can’t they look beyond?Beyond the wretch […]
Submitted poem Deception Poem by Adeola Adegoke · 2016 Adeola Adegoke This is for you-our brotherwho hides behind the veilA master of unmoved moving lipsYou are the shadow of a gory man It’s for you who moans to mourn meAfter that night’s motionWhen my eyes regret Andmy fingers carried the cross of a corned human […]
Submitted poem Where I Live Poem by Bliss Akinyemi · 2015 Bliss Akinyemi Where I live, Men in no cent innocent are the incense spraying saints Yet, from afar, the scents of this saints murder innocence Where I live, Dirty dead men with PhD’s in pretense live on oxygen of influence Moral decadence; their delightful […]