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Can a Poet Write a Book?

can a poet write a book ? A poet is but a root, not the tree itself, For he is the creator, not the fruit that delves. A poet is not the wind, but the movement it bears, Not the air itself, but the breeze that it shares. A poet does not dance, but rhythm he weaves, Not the song itself, but the beat it conceives. A poet cannot write a book, but a world he can build, Not a writer himself, but a creator instilled. A poet does not scream, but whispers he speaks, Calm with things around, yet loud whe

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

Million Little Miracles

Wonder why there is so much questions in your mind that brought about is God real?. Find out in this peom if he is .

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

MESSANGERS OF PEACE by Poet LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI

Messengers of Peace They, too, are messengers of peace, Indelible reformers of heroism and nobility Bred but to spread peace around. In service of God for oneness Bliss for the world and humanity, The hope for every soul, dismayed. Behold the poets and their muse! Totally, they too are of amity Inking quills & parchments in this world © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

Loneliness

Loneliness: A Poem A void that eats away inside, A solitude that cannot hide. A constant ache, an empty space, A hollow feeling, without a trace. A lonely heart, a quiet mind, A longing for connection to find. A longing for love, for human touch, For someone who cares, who means so much. The silence deafening, the world so vast, No one to talk to, no one to last. A world so cruel, so cold, so grey, A life so empty, day after day. The pain so real, the tears so true, A soul so broken, a heart so

Life As A Poet

My very first poem I ever wrote. I was either 13 or 14 years old. After that, I knew writing was something I was born to do.

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.

Kaif Saifi - Kaif Saifi kon hai ?

Kaif saifi

MINDSET FOR SUCCESS

Mindset For Success Success is vital, integral for fruition Is the need of every spirit That is what drives us high! It's now you decide the aspiration Think positive; develop a growth mindset Strengthen your willpower and don't sigh! The fact is, live with motivation Sedulity, effort, troth, grit, and faith Indispensable are all these to ply! © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

A Will to Survive

Though life can be hard, and times can be tough, We must never give up, and never give in. For we have a will to survive, That will help us to make it through. Though the darkness may seem to never end, And the pain may feel like it will never mend, We must keep our heads held high, And never forget the will to survive. Though the road may be long, and the journey may be tough, We must never forget the strength of our will. For it will help us to make it through, No matter what life throws our w

THE MUSE BEHIND THE POET

A thousand times you must wonder, While sitting down and you ponder, On what makes a poet such a wonder. Why his poems are so good, Why his words seem as though food. Does he ever gets tired? Or like some Devine, is he wired? You feel his every pulse, You wish to know his muse, And why his words though piercing bear no abuse. You feel better after reading his every piece, For it soothes your craving for deeper piece. Is he a god? For he wields his quill like a rod. He gives you much joy, And yet

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

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

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