Baskadia

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Liquor-Damus

A Short Poem Written By Alex O'bor Liquor-Damus Black-out at the backseat Oh no, i think its a dream Soak my robes in blood and spray my head with hot coals and ashes It's worthless if it's not over heels Because Scholars told me "Love heals" So i got mine scattered like branches of the grapevine Still, Eve is not mine Oh no, i think its a dream. Since after the Fall of mankind; Juices from the apple fruits never tasted sweet I'm Naked on the North-Pole Then i lay my heart bare on its cold sheet

Poem:Forty Winks

Sappy feelings I've got tonight Untold stories must reignite Entralling evenfall outnumbered by stars, Lustrous moonbeam rally my scars Tenuous clouds and flowery eyes; Don't dismay at goodbyes.

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

HAVEN

Until the clouds cry out all of it's tears, Until the sun is out of its energy and can't give out light, until the moon and stars expire and become extinct. My love for you and our love will never die. As long as you can hear or see me, nothing else matters and it is more than enough reason for me to love you unconditionally. I'm human and can err, yet I would love to believe that with you in my mind and heart error is not part of my language. Even when you're far away from me your love makes me

A Smile (A graphic poem)

It is a graphic poem.

Child of God

I yearned for wine 🍷 that joy may fuller be Found I sorrow burning in my sunken soul Without thee hath no greater joy man shouldest breathe I drown! I drown! deep in thy love - and give back that I didst owe! I bury now, in deep earth my pride - my ego That hast made thou hid thy face aloft I cast down my knees to the soil and my crown below! That joy mayest spring forth from my belly! Strike the sacred harp in ancient notes and sweet For thou moveth in still waters without ripples For thou de

SHUTTERED

A wayfarer I have become on this desert, with pebbles in my shoe. With empty pouches, anxiousness makes my mouth dry and all I hear is the complaint of my belly. My HEART and MIND at war and I wonder, what will become of me if their mockery becomes ugly with time. And my wobbling limbs on the other hand will be out in no time, and for a second my death wishes were flashing before me. A seal is all I need, for I believed the wind will carry my wishes to my loved ones. To be dressed, viewed by all

Rat Race

Better days are promised, but knowing we'll wake to a life full of pain, sleep eludes us. So on our beds we wrestle with sleep. Thus, we suit up hoping to go through the day without peril, in our quest to find cheeseless bread. Yet with our heads up we don't give up in this rat race, because, in these shoes we won't find protection at all cost. - TOVoM

A poem for her

Knock, knock, knock Beauty at morning's door After a night filled with adventures Dreams of christ and his unfailing love Multiple dimensions in a single world Different experiences before dawn War and chaos in a living void Death and loss like there's no law A very tough and strange night indeed And yet the princess sleeps with no worries With visions appearing like movies Five hours felt like an eternity One night feeling like twenty She is the best at it Because she got christ at the wheel Kn

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Poem ( Nigeria)

My view of Nigeria. Nigeria looks like a psittacine infested bird which needs a political veterinary to cure.

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

The one I want

To me you are a treasure, A treasure that I can't have I try and try to get you but you rather be with the ones who don't know your value I try and try again and again but fail each and every time and you keep trying to be with the ones who treat you like trash so, I have stopped trying but haven't stopped loving you.

The society

A society created for order. All wars have been settled and there is peace. Only clear skies ahead for this community. But that is not how it goes. In the so called order, there is chaos. In the proclaimed peace there is conflict. Within this society there is division, And all are not united. A society should be either white or black, But there is a plethora of grey. Good and evil, mix together till they are indistinguishable. The society can never be perfect, It can never be truly clean.

Lies

Grasses claim to be as tall as an iroko Ants claim to be as big as an elephant. The antelopes thinks they are lions. The weak feel they are strong The prey believe they are predators Everyone lives in their own fictional world, But only the strong minded know How to differentiate dreams from reality You talk about your Non existential achievements. Lies told on purpose Or perhaps on the delusions of the mind.

LIGHT AND DARKNESS

This is all about how life can be fair and unfair at the same time...thus...at a point in which we can think there's a light at the end of the tunnel, darkness clouds over our jolly selves....Life...

Dragon and the Princess

Sometimes the most disturbed is the strong

HELLO FOR THE TIME

**I called out for help but no one answered **Pesting my way through to peace **I gave my very all but it never mattered **They took it all, down to the last piece **They said he is fine, he is better off alone **All man to his demon, but mine is legion **They said he is lying, we can tell from his tone **Self righteous bastards, blinded by religion **I heard he died yesterday, oh rest his soul **Pay homage with your cash and flowers **I heard his life was barren, no seed to sow **He died of col