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Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

Poem for my dieing dog

Poem for my dieing dog In the twilight of your life, you shine so bright, A loyal friend, my guiding light. With every wag, and every bark, You left an everlasting mark. Through fields we ran, in joy and glee, You were always there, right next to me. Now as you rest, in peaceful grace, Memories of our love, I'll always embrace. Your eyes, so gentle, your spirit so kind, A bond so strong, it's hard to leave behind. Though your time on Earth is drawing near, Know that I'll always hold you dear. As

A Twisted Relationship

A twisted relationship Void of trust A one sided relationship Losing its taste Such is my relationship The Other Man's fate A man who keeps his word With a woman who does not keep her word A man who follows his time With a woman who does not follow her time These are my worries The Other Man's woes A one sided affair Well, I'll say it's not fair A one sided contract A null and void contract Such are my sorrows The Other Man cries Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

Harmony of Existence

"Harmony of Existence" is a poetic exploration of life's intricate dance, capturing the essence of fleeting moments, challenges, and the interconnected beauty woven into the tapestry of our journey. The verses celebrate the vibrant palette of experiences and encourage embracing both the sunrise and the fall, cherishing the echoes of laughter and strife that define our shared existence.

An Uncontrollable Path

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A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

I Dream

032 I dream a dream where I am in the stage, singing a song and dancing along the rhythm. Where they throw roses and shouts my name. It is a dream I wish to play. I dream a dream where I am travelling, to here and there to the ends of the world. Where I capture scenes and preserve in negatives. It is a dream I wish to capture. I dream a dream where my clothes will be worn, models will walk on the runway and I'll appear at end of the show. Where I can see stunning dresses I made. It is a dream I

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.

Life Is Funny

A spoken poetry about life.

The Untold Truth

The Untold Truth is part of a section of The Songs Of Lexicon titled religion that criticizes religion itself as a whole.

Up to you

I can't drag you into heaven or push you into hell.

The Ballad of the Curse and the Courageous Knight

From an anonymous poet, in honor of the ballad style and its rich storytelling tradition, we have this poem for you. Hope you like it.

Failure

Failure, oh failure, you haunting friend, A bitter pill to swallow, a bitter end. You lurk in shadows, ready to pounce, And when you strike, it hurts like a thousand ounce. You bring with you sadness, you bring with you pain, You make us doubt ourselves, you make us feel insane. But maybe, just maybe, you're not so bad, Perhaps you're just a lesson we should have had. For in your wake, we often find, A newfound strength, a clearer mind. We pick ourselves up, and start anew, With a better plan, a

KINDNESS

A gentle touch, a kind word, A simple act of love, A helping hand, a smile, A heart that's full of love. A hug that warms the soul, A kind deed done in haste, A gentle voice, a kind thought, A moment of grace. A kind gesture, a kind heart, A moment of peace, A moment of joy, a moment of hope, A moment of kindness. A moment of love, a moment of care, A moment of understanding, A moment of compassion, a moment of grace, A moment of kindness.

Wildflower

Oh, my wildflower. Being the wild beautiful flower you are must be hard. Having all the dust thrown at you and experiencing the cold during the night. But worry not because growing and blooming in the desert is not easy. They hate because your perseverance beats their audacity to hate on you. They can't survive half your growth journey. And that sometimes you serve them thorns that poison their hate to nothing but respect to your strong self. Just grow and be the rare species you are.😁💕. Yours t

All the love that I forswore

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Valiant

016 She's the girl full of glee, Each day she's smiling happily. She gives light to others' days, By her being bubbly. She's the girl full of dreams, In midnight cold she's burning her eyebrow on flame. She works hard to be the best, Even though it's hard she insists. She's the girl who is degraded by society, They say she dreams too big and is greedy. They said that she can't reach her goal, Because she's even lesser than a lump of coal. She's a girl who works with heart and passion, She proved

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.

In the tapestry of ebony hues, A symphony of grace and resilience, The people of ebony skin, A portrait of strength and brilliance. Their souls adorned with rich history, Stories etched in every line and curve, Through struggles and triumphs, They radiate a beauty that preserves. From the rhythm of their laughter, To the wisdom in their eyes, Their spirit dances with resilience, Underneath vast African skies.

A Birthday Wish From Lexicon And The Fantastic Four

A Birthday Wish composed by myself and four of my closest high school friends, namely, Dr Rhyme AKA Superstar, Don Diego De Shotingo, Hygienic and Gill Sam to a certain lady in high school that has made it's way into the Songs of Lexicon.

Coffee

Treasure that cannot be spilled, You'll choked when not being cared That sweetness that gourmets search, The aroma which no one could match, Its bitterness is its natural fragrance As if its soaked on hot springs— Being mixed by Shiva's silver spoon, Filled upon Aphrodite's lovely cup— It was a masterpiece by the gods, As the essence of that resourceful taste; It will never end and fade in the tongues of man, It is such a reminiscing fantasy that no one wishes to wake up, As its savors spread up