Ilorin - Kwara state, Nigeria

Category: Poetry

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I Can’t Breathe (In Memory of George Floyd)

I want to breathe But I can’t breathe I could not see his face His knee was on my neck Life was going fast away from my soul I want to breathe But I can’t breathe 46yrs ago, I learnt my first wordMama! mama! mama!25th May 2020,I spoke my last wordMama! mama! mama!And I still…
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Portrait of fall by Alora M. Knight

Throughout our world’s creation
You will ever find it thus,
Kaleidoscopes of color,
In God’s hand, the artist’s brush.

Three Children near Clonmel – Eileen Shanahan

I met three children on the road — The hawthorn trees were sweet with rain The hills had drawn their white blinds down — Three children on the road from town.   Their wealthy eyes in splendour mocked Their faded rags and bare wet feet, The King had sent his daughters out To play at…
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The Cry of the Dreamer – John Boyle O’Reilly

I am tired of planning and toiling In the crowded hives of men; Heart-weary of building and spoiling And spoiling and building again. And I long for the dear old river, Where I dreamed my youth away; For a dreamer live forever, And a toiler dies in a day. I am sick of the showy…
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He charges her to lay aside her weapons

I charge you, lady young and fair, Straightway to lay your arms aside. Lay by your armour, would you dare To spread the slaughter far and wide? O lady, lay your armour by, Conceal your curling hair also, For never was a man could fly The coils that o’er your bosom flow. And if you…
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Letter to my unborn – Victor Eshameh

Hey Babs, I guess this is my second time of writing to you about the same concern. I’m so sorry to bother you. You’re not here yet, but I’ve loaded you up with the stress of the world already. It is not my intention to be this creative about writing you all. Sometimes, my world…
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To my daughter Betty, The gift of God – Thomas M. Kettle

In wiser days, my darling rosebud, blown To beauty proud as was your mother’s prime, In that desired, delayed, incredible time, You’ll ask why I abandoned you, my own, And the dear heart that was your baby throne, To dice with death. And oh! They’ll give you rhyme And reason: some will call the thing…
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The Agricultural Irish Girl

If all the women in the town were bundled up together, I know a girl could beat them all, in any kind of weather; The rain can’t wash the powder off, because she does not wear it, Her face and figure’s all her own: it’s true, for I declare it! Also Read: Sad Girl [The…
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The time I have lost in wooing – Thomas Moore

The time I’ve lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing. Though wisdom oft has taught me I scorn the lore that bought me, My only books Were woman’s looks, And folly’s all they’ve taught me. Also Read: Toasting an African Lady Her smile…
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Dry be that tears my gentle love – Richard Sheridan

Dry be that tear, my gentle love, Be hustled that struggling sigh: Nor seasons, day, nor fate shall prove More fixed, more true, than I: Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear, Cease boding doubt, cease anxious fear – Dry be that tear. Also Read: Tears of a broken heart Ask’st thou how long…
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…of the fading memoirs…

  of the fading memoirs – by Daniel Aremu Hmm… My days are young But it seems the memoirs are old Oh! My little minds Ache as of a thousand age It seems the memoirs of old It’s relieving itself From my misty mind Which seems old Where will they go? Am I going to…
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Still I rise – Maya Angelou

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

all the world is a stage

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts

Music Is Everything

Music travels all around my body. Now I can say it’s living right through me. Listening to music puts me in a good mood; It makes me want to stand up and start to groove. Music can make me forget all of my pain. It brings out the sun when I can only see the…
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The pain I carry

The only regret I have is having to live tomorrow, For my past is full of sorrow, I fought my battles so far away, For queen and country until that fateful day. Upon my return I was full of joy, I could not help it, but felt my heart glow. Never had God bestowed me…
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Remember Me (Spoken Word)

Penwarlord has just dropped a new single spoken word poetry he titled “Remember Me” as he marks another 365 days of his existence on earth.

You are a masterpiece

  You are unique, you are special, you are nothing less than a masterpiece. Don’t let anyone tell you less. Masterpiece are one of a kind, rare and different. Lemmen has a poem below to attest further. There is art In your heart Painting pictures When I lay My head down on your chest There…
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3 heartbreak poems that will make your eyes wet by Frank Solanki

Have you ever been heartbroken? If yes, then you will relate with these 3 heartbreak poems well enough. If No, then these 3 heartbreak poems by Frank Solanki will cause you to tears.   STAY Why do you believe Everything that I say? When I asked you to leave I wanted you to stay  …
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Holy Sonnet: death, thou shalt die

Holy Sonnet #10 Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must…
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Your kind of beauty

Authetic? What is that? This idea of being truly me… Often pretending to be like someone else, And being judged by what they see. Why make rules and standards? Why set the bar so high? To an unattainable image of beauty, Harder to reach than it is to fly. Who really needs that makeup? And…
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Like a wide fire She spread her wings With tears, fraction covered with smile Why she wrote her heart on a sheet of paper The red ink was nothing but a broken heart Her voice lost on the cold spring even the breeze couldn’t wave the heat This is three month now She still couldn’t…
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What I Will Tell My Future Children

My dear children, In case i forget to, am too proud or too afraid or it is too late for me to tell you, I’d like you to read this from me….. ……from the mother who, if hasn’t done anything, has atleast tried Dear children, when you will enter this world, don’t be upset when…
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A Poem By Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o on COVID-19

Knowing we are currently in a pandemic, Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o graciously wrote this poem and would like it to be shared widely. We hope it brings you comfort. The poem was written on March 23, 2020.

Trapped – a poem about depression

I thought my only option left
Was to end my precious life;
So I planned to step off of a ledge;
Or make friends with a knife.

My Greatest Regret

I never told that girl how my feelings were.
I never showed her how much I care.
I regret not having that talk.

POEM: No Way Out From Sexual Abuse

This poem was written by a 17-year old who have been sexually abused for 8 years.

The Slaughter of the Innocent by Order of King Herod

His hope undone, now raves the impious king In raging wrath – if king we call that thing Who justice lacks not rules his passions right. So raves a lion, fierce from hunger’s spite, When from his jaws the tender lamb takes flight. He rushes on the harmless flock amain To read, to mangle: —…
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Sadness hugs me as mine Far away happiness, just for mine Left me burning alone Awe, they were mine Seeing me dying Ah, she was mine Heart believed her was not it mine? The fuss Everywhere Yes, it was for mine Its your time Eh was not that mine? sadness night’s morning sun, oh no…
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Ascend Your Throne

Take a break For their sake, Not a take, Just a wake. Leave the dust, Get the lost, Kick out lust, Make a burst Take the crown, Mute the frown, Stop the pawn, Control the town. Frightening mercy, Give the messy, Even the lazy, Without heresy (c) Praise Ayano [site_reviews_form title=”Rate this content” assign_to=”post_id” id=”k7stmpxk”…
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The true seduction

Who said none will get aroused By seeing you off your clothes? Take off your gowns let him see Not nipples but brainy seas Flowing through nudity That gives you authority In matters concerning hearts, Seduction is who you are. When it rains it surely sprouts Your brain will always stand out. Dear, why are…
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