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SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

My own prison

In shadows deep, I find my way, Through endless nights, where demons play. A heavy heart, a weary soul, In this abyss, I've lost control. The weight of sorrow, like a chain, It drags me down, inflicts its pain. A silent scream, unheard by all, In this dark place, I start to fall. But in the depths, a glimmer, slight, A tiny spark, a feeble light. Hope, a fragile, distant gleam, Guides me through this haunting dream. With every breath, I fight the storm, Though weakened, I'll transform. For in my

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

Heated

The rising of the sun reminds me of you. Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you. I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

The Message

She observed the movements And tried avoiding some things. She tried running very fast But they were more faster, She tried fighting them off, But they were more stronger, She tried hitting and kicking, But all to no avail. She watched herself helplessly As she was torn apart, She cried helplessly as her Cloths was torn, She wept thoroughly as She saw herself defied, She even fainted in the Process of her being defiled. She tried walking home, But found it difficult to do. She kept crying as she

With Known Haters, Enters You, Renown Predators

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

Sunrise

Remember when the sun rises, and how beautiful it was that morning, It started to soar higher, to meet its delightful beginning. But not for us, have you forgotten? the daybreak knows why we parted, and how we ended things between us, It was the ending that got me unsettled. As much as the sun knows most of it, It is aware of my fear and shock, however, I understand myself more deeply, for it doesn’t know how much I want you back. So when the sun greeted the morning with joy, and welcoming it to

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being