[center]She!
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[center]Her heart is pure.
Her heart is mine.
For every ache, she is my cure.
For her, all day i pine.
She completes me.
She is that missing piece.
Anything she wants I'll be.
Anything for her peace.
I confess, I'm smitten.
I confess, I'm in love.
All my defenses, she has beaten.
All I need, I've found in her cove.
My queen, my life, she's my everything.
My drug, my salve, she's my saviour.
Alas! Safe in her bosom, I want for nothing.
Alas! She doesn't exist, she's just a dream, all I long for.[/center]

Foul or fair?
Flinching fake and flaking forces
Fleeing from farm for fast fame
Fiery & fierce famish flame
Fusing & fraying for fools and
Flaring freaks fond of fake faces in the ‘frame’
Flashing free & foul fame
Foul or fair?

nice one man @ chuks
hope her heart is really pure
,
I dont write  about ladies
even if i will
it will be my mom
for now ooooooooooooo

@Buchiogiso

Your 'The Unborn Dead' is the uncried wails of countless lives.

Living but not truly living life, no chances given.


Is it a coincidence , that 'Here I Am' lies in stark constast to 'The Unborn Dead'?

Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’
In them, my ‘selective’ eyes take no delight
Like a disingenuous advert offering clients its ‘blight’
They are just a shiny roses amid deadly thorns
Woe-man, weep not if futility results from your frantic strides
In trapping my heart, for hand-in-hand with failure, love rides
Am not blind, am much aware of the eye signals
Am not deaf, my ears grasp the desperate pulses of your heart
Insensitivity, you say you hate in a man.
What of insincerity?
What of insecurity?
You’re a damsel that deserves no heartache
Am just a Casanova that shows love but fake
Rome, they say wasn’t built in a day
My vicious love ‘tools’ was forged long time ago by a woe-man worthy of flay
As speedy seconds transformed to wearied minutes
Lonely Minutes to frustrated hours
Cumbersome Hours to routine-ridden days
Love-hunting days to love-hoping weeks
Love-battered Weeks to recuperating months
Recuperating Months to vengeful years
In the eyes of woe-men I have caus’d ‘streams’ to flow
Woe-man! Me don't want you to be a victim of my blow
So for you own good…Flaunt no more you ‘weapons’ …

^^^awesome!

A poet
Am i?
Say i am; you're right
Say am not; wont put up a fight
Am just a 9ja guy trying to shine from my heart, a bright light
To right my wrongs and save the world with all my 'might'!

Can i join the elite of young creative writers?guess y'all would love my writings

Very impressive, Gud to know ppl r still doin der thing around here. B bck somday,

Education they say, is the key to success
Illiteracy is a disease is a popular clause
But have you thought of bad parental influence
How much a stress it can cause
Outbreak of ulcer in Anambra a state
Kudos to pschological stress that abound
Ulcer is very deadly a state
He is susceptible anyone that has greedy parents around
Unpatriotic politicians has dealt us many a disease
And those diseases has stunted many a growth
We pray JEHOVAH to intervene lest we all decease[color=#000099][/color]

[center]
" Moving into reality"

Counting from one to fifty
Shows that I am not hopeless
It is just that I see no more hopes
I have always being dreaming
Believing the lies of our fathers
But now I am moving into reality.

My eyes have seen everything
I have seen a King killed his Son
So I wonder no more
When a king start killing the people
I have seen deceit, hatred, hypocrisy,
They are everywhere in this place

I have heard many stories
Stories of heroes and valiant
Once I heard about a gift
Sent by a king
Sticking out a light and a thunder
Killing a notable Town crier in this place

In their huts the people grumbled
Only one man, only one warrior
Went to war , challenging the King
Spending years in the King’s dungeon
He became more brave and strong
Fighting till his death in this place

I know the smell of blood
It smells like blood
The other day . . .
The people were fighting one another
Over which of their gods is supreme
And the rulers harvesting the people’s yam
Selling it to the neighbors
Getting more cowries
Sending their children out of this place.

I have so many feeling
I understand the feeling of the people
Ready to work with no work to do
I feel the anger of the men
The bitterness of the women
And the tears of the children
I have one more other feeling
I think it the solution
Scarifying the King and the King makers
Though it just a feeling. . .to the gods of this place

I do not know the taste of Joy
I do not know the taste of happiness
Neither do I know how freedom taste
The people have always being slaves
Slaves in their own land
Losing their strength and courage and dignity
Drumming and singing and dancing
As the king and the king makers drink palm wine
In the village square
Planning to rule for ever in this place.

Sitting under this tree
I wanted to say so many things
But I know you will all understand
Without me saying any further
My eyes were filled with tears
I have forgotten how to smile
Growing up in this place
I have so many dreams
But they all remained just dreams
So I am moving into reality!





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[center]
" Moving into reality"

Counting from one to fifty
Shows that I am not hopeless
It is just that I see no more hopes
I have always being dreaming
Believing the lies of our fathers
But now I am moving into reality.

My eyes have seen everything
I have seen a King killed his Son
So I wonder no more
When a king start killing the people
I have seen deceit, hatred, hypocrisy,
They are everywhere in this place

I have heard many stories
Stories of heroes and valiant
Once I heard about a gift
Sent by a king
Stricking out a light and a thunder
Killing a notable Town crier in this place

In their huts the people grumbled
Only one man, only one warrior
Went to war , challenging the King
Spending years in the King’s dungeon
He became more brave and strong
Fighting till his death in this place

I know the smell of blood
It smells like blood
The other day . . .
The people were fighting one another
Over which of their gods is supreme
And the rulers harvesting the people’s yam
Selling it to the neighbors
Getting more cowries
Sending their children out of this place.

I have so many feeling
I understand the feeling of the people
Ready to work with no work to do
I feel the anger of the men
The bitterness of the women
And the tears of the children
I have one more other feeling
I think it the solution
Scarifying the King and the King makers
Though  it just a feeling. . .to the gods of this place

I do not know the taste of Joy
I do not know the taste of happiness
Neither do I know how freedom taste
The people have always being slaves
Slaves in their own land
Losing their strength and courage and dignity
Drumming and singing and dancing
As the king and the king makers drink palm wine
In the village square
Planning to rule for ever in this place.

Sitting under this  tree
I wanted to say so many things
But I know you will all understand
Without me saying any further
My eyes were filled with tears
I have forgotten how to smile
Growing up in this place
I have so many dreams
But they all remained just dreams
So, I am moving into reality!





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"[center]We are coming very soon”
They are all killers
Their hearts evil
Their Souls dangerous
And their thoughts are wicked!

Burning our hopes
Making us hopeless
Suddenly killing all our dreams
And we have no more dreams to dream

They promise us many
But they give us nothing
For long we look up to them
But so many a times they let us down

We ask for good life
Is that too much to ask for?
So why, have they taken life away from us?
Giving us death on our roads, even inside our homes

We ask for peace
They meet in Abuja
They decide our fate sitting like gods
And they give us war, and all the likes but peace

We ask for food
Oil is the thing
To hell with agriculture and our bellies
And they give us hunger even in the oil dwelling places

We ask for education
They take their children away
Sending them to the best schools abroad
And they leave us in ruins, studying under the sun

In the street of Lagos
We hawk our life and our future
They never hesitate buying it from us
And they give us five naira! But most times they trick us

Our time is coming
And we shall celebrate our freedom
Yes! Our freedom, from these bloody shackles
Let them watch out, very soon we are coming for our freedom

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jeez, u guyz are the boom
I mean all you poets in da room
With each and every posts
u make my hairs stand on their coasts
i just canT say which I luvd THE most

right from my childhood i luvd poetry, and now dat i discover dz link
I'll keep basking in the mood. you guys are wonderful poets.
you just made my day
what a great discovery
A NEW COMER IN THE HOUSE

well, its ma first time in dis room,,so i'll just giv my littl poem
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                               [center]Love It Isn't

Imagine hope, without courage,
Or faith, lacking work
or even sorrow needing reflection
no sense it makes
for luv is such unique feed,
best inhaled when redhot,
else reflections, hence sorrow
sets in,
injecting confusion,
yielding cold misconception

And time, Oh time,
enumerates frustration,
n den "IT" drops,

Not forgettin wayside offsets,
tempting and tempting,
but "IT" never derailed
for hope stayed,
how long could this sustain,
one wonders,
if am askd wen,
i'd say,
'dat right time is now'

For gross unseriousness
from "IT'S" target,
and undying temptations,
with fervent persistence
from d rivalry
of dat priceless target,
could unchannel "IT",
whence,
regrets emerge,
from both ends,
dis,,,
not our prayer, [/center]

;Daniie, Charlie and others you're really keeping it tight

@Charlie its really cool when you try to use less words so as to avoid verbosity!
(hope you are not allergic to critics, sha )

what do y'all think about this on e (na wetin happen between me and my girl, the usual tin


Delay is no denial
Amid sturdy desire
Rooted within steep
Deep, leap'd emotions you
beep'd me, freaked i
creep'd across 'Oceans'
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Peep'd at my phone, its you again! dis caus'd
a slight creak in my bone
Coz the stick of passion fell lame
With no fuel to feed its flame
Knowing its insane
This whole love thing
Will always flow to your gain
That's the game; your sole aim
That's why you are anxious
and silly me is so obnoxious
of the fact that i will go gaga
when my eager eyeball behold your mouthwatering 'adder'
And your sappy mouth will say 'haba', we can always wait
This my fretful ear so much hate
Then my crazy drive will get shatter'd
But, , delay, is, not, denial!

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I say I'll never believe in 'love at first sight'
Today, I run with great flight
             -------
bba-dummm bba-dummm bba-dummm
             -------

I saw,
I saw,

I-I-I s-saww ( I never stutter. Ever!)

What I saw, 
Crumbles all defenses built with one swipe of a paw

Oh I do believe in God now
All those silly half-hearted prayers by rote
Will be replaced by ones painstakingly wrote.

Ah, there must be a God.
All who say nay
Can go straight to Gehenna (second death)
And stay there forever!

He's beautiful.

He's impossible.

He's divine.

He's a dream. (I must be dreaming!)

He is,

He is ,  ,

(Pinch. Me. Nowwwwwwwww.)

,  Coming towards me!!

WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo?!?!

,

,

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

I wake to my cousin's stern gaze

"You dey craze".

.

Omoosedabi:

what do y'all think about this on e (na wetin happen between me and my girl, the usual tin


Delay is no denial
Amid sturdy desire
Rooted within steep
Deep, leap'd emotions you
beep'd me, freaked i
creep'd across 'Oceans'
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Peep'd at my phone, its you again! dis caus'd
a slight creak in my bone
Coz the stick of passion fell lame
With no fuel to feed its flame
Knowing its insane
This whole love thing
Will always flow to your gain
That's the game; your sole aim
That's why you are anxious
and silly me is so obnoxious
of the fact that i will go gaga
when my eager eyeball behold your mouthwatering 'adder'
And your sappy mouth will say 'haba', we can always wait
This my fretful ear so much hate
Then my crazy drive will get shatter'd
But, , delay, is, not, denial!

its cool man.yeah delay is not denial but dangerous, lol

Tunde regrets losing the only woman he'll ever love,
To a man he'll never cross, his brother, Lanre.

MY ONE REGRET

Dawn used to love him so much,
She was supposed to be his,
Dawn had always been meant for him,
But he was always ignoring her,
Ignoring her for more mundane things,
Ignoring her efforts to have him notice her,
Ignoring all the times she had helped him,
Ignored all the times she had stayed beside him,
Ignored all the times he had pushed himself to the edge of death,
Only for her to bring him back,
Almost at the cost of her own,
Over and over again,
But not once had he given her the time of day,
He ignored her,
Insulted her,  (Called her weak)
Underestimated her,
Broken her heart,
Over and over again,
But now Dawn had gotten over him,
And before long Lanre had taken notice of her,
Treasured her,
Protected her,
Cared for her,
Loved her,
And she fell for him.
And now after all this time,
He realizes, (It was the first time that I ever had the urge to kill my brother.)
That he loves her.
That he always had.
And that,
It was too late. (I already lost her.)
If it were any other man but Lanre,
He would have taken her back.
Fought for her,
Without a second thought. (And beg on my knees to love me once more)
But even he knows,  (But I've never seen her smile like that because of me.)
When to give up,  (And the reason she could smile like that was Lanre.)
He loves her,
But he'll let her go.
Knowing that,
Lanre would never,
Make her unhappy.
Even if it hurts,
He'll always watch over her,
And love her,
Until he breathed his last.
And because of that,
She'll always be my one regret.

The Stare

In her black’s beauty,
Blank lay guilty…
In a poet’s mind,
Words became kind.

In her beam,
She’s more than she seem,
In words’ race,
She’s more than her face.

Some eyes see blank,
Converse of what her mind’s drank…
Courage knows no bound,
More than what’s found.

Darkness rages like a tempest,
She goes deep, deeper and deepest;
The mind seeks more,
With lots of words to pore.

From Father comes hope,
Strength to cope…
The future, her gallant stare,
Until darkness knows dare!

This life is crazy I forgnt to tie my shoe laces I'm feeling sanely Though i talk insanely I'm i crazy? No Life is two

The Sun Dances In Your Eyes
                               As written by Ceebase

Wife, I’ll tell you about your eyes
As exquisite as marble carved on ice
Beneath the open skies
The sun dances in your eyes

Yes, the sun dances in your eyes
Beautifully and giddy as butterflies
I think I hear as it cries
The sun dances in your eyes

You’ve got the most beautiful smile
Complimenting the fire in your eyes
Stretching, making that beautiful face an artistic prize
The sun dances in your eyes

Should I tell a tale of lies
About my gray hair and the dyes
You’re the woman of my younger days
The sun dances in your eyes

Not by powers nor might
If I should roll across miles of mire
Or swim across rivers of fire,
I’ll never tire, gazing into your eyes
The sun dances in your eyes

The sun in your eyes
It attacks me like missiles
Contentedly I sigh,
The sun dances in your eyes

For me a glass scotch on the rocks
And a plate of French fries
For you two chicken pies
And a bottle of Smirnoff ice
While you get the foods and drinks
I’ll continue about your eyes on ink,
The sun dances in your eyes

Yes we are old, but very much young at heart
You are the woman after my heart
The mother of my kids and priestess of my loins
The sun dances in your eyes

You raised my sons and made us proud of each other
My daughter you taught the beauty of fires
Fires to captivate another
Woman, thou art of great styles
The sun dances in your eyes

Our kids are all grown
Married and in their own homes
It’s just the two of us again
Saying hi, never saying bye
Whilst the sun dances in your eye

I was a firefighter
A fireman fighting fires
But how do I fight these fireworks?
The sun dancing in your eyes

Through my years of firefighting
Saving lives and bodies from burning buildings
One fire I dared not fight
The fiery sun dancing in your eyes

Nigh draws the night
Here we sit in twilight
Waiting the dusk and fireflies
Yet, the sun dances in your eyes

I could talk all day about your eyes
As exquisite as marble carved from ice
Never minding time as it flies
Like ghouls beneath the open skies
But tomorrow in ambush lies
Moving towards dawn with great strides
While I sleep, I’ll dream again as other nights
The sun dancing in your eyes

Thank God the great poet Franc is back on nairaland, hope you'll be posting some of ur philosophical, awe-inspiring piece? once again, i say welcome, and kudos to you all.

LONELINESS

                           I am sinking, sinking into quicksand
                     In the depths of lonely land
              With frightened, terrified eyes I look around
                              But there is no one to be found
                                    I am scared, at my wits end
                                          As far as I can see, no friend
                    The more I try to pull myself up free
               The more it sucks me in chest deep
              But wait, I see faces like a glimmer of hope
                                           Coming to my aid like a saving rope
                                   I hold on, clinging to it for my dear life
                           But it disappears cutting my heart like a knife
                       I am disappointed at them I begin to say
                                         But my mouth is filled with the sands of dismay
                                            Realization strikes me I’m all alone
                                                      No one by me, on my own
                  I choke on a sob feeling helpless
      As the last grains of sand burn my eyes and I am buried in loneliness

so soft yet it fits the thirst of my desire. throughly this is the place i can boldly be to so case i what i belief i have

Omoosedabi:

Thank God the great poet Franc is back on nairaland, hope you'll be posting some of your philosophical, awe-inspiring piece? once again, i say welcome, and kudos to you all.

I'll try to be available, What have you been working on? We could get a lot better by sharing, Posting a piece soon!

Bobi Joe:

                                   LONELINESS

                           I am sinking, sinking into quicksand
                     In the depths of lonely land
              With frightened, terrified eyes I look around
                              But there is no one to be found
                                    I am scared, at my wits end
                                          As far as I can see, no friend
                    The more I try to pull myself up free
               The more it sucks me in chest deep
              But wait, I see faces like a glimmer of hope
                                           Coming to my aid like a saving rope
                                   I hold on, clinging to it for my dear life
                           But it disappears cutting my heart like a knife
                       I am disappointed at them I begin to say
                                         But my mouth is filled with the sands of dismay
                                            Realization strikes me I’m all alone
                                                      No one by me, on my own
                  I choke on a sob feeling helpless
      As the last grains of sand burn my eyes and I am buried in loneliness

You have us like no other, U can't be lonely, can u now?
Nice one, love ur style

korrej:

This life is crazy I forgnt to tie my shoe laces I'm feeling sanely Though i talk insanely I'm i crazy? No Life is two

Don't even know where to begin to read from, Crazy is cool!!!

@Cbase, hmm, wake up o, still want to read of ur admiration!!!

I sauntered in, just hours ago,
To find within, so much indeed,
From Franc, to Mac to Omo and Bobi,
The tales and lores are true, some funny,
Am not dare-I-say, a poet or writer,
But I'm here this day, to show love for U writers,
Just before, I bow n gracefully exit,
Just let me say once more that I'm honoured,
To be amongst the few to read, and drop a line to praise creativity.

Kay you are highly welcome INto our poetic hemisphere
my hunch tells me you also are a wordsmith,
TRUE/FALSE