Hi, this is the first topic that I will be creating on nairaland. I just started writing poems recently and decided to post them here, it's not worth writing when people don't get to read them. I need your corrections cos am a young poet.
This is the first one I wrote, although I have written quite a number:

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The cry of a new born baby is heard
The joys of the new parents knows no bound
Phones are rung, doors knocked
All to announce the bundle of joy found.

Drums are rolled, music are played
Stomachs are churning and mouth munching
The lucky woman excited at the thought of cash
Guests are spraying not minding the amount wasted

The days are running, the clock ticking
Alas, it is the time to learn
The sound of the big bell ringing
Makes a new pupil scare

The former is excited
It is time to reap from the latter
All the hardwork will finally be paid
By the then infant who today is an adult

Faces turn pale, hair turns grey
The hope of yesterday turns into anxiety
The news is broken
The jaw drops, mouth agape

The world seems anxious
To place his fate
In God we trust, all hope is not lost
It is never too late.

Voices so loud, everyone is talking
No one is listening
Passers by moving, sellers chatting
The days moves, yet no answer

The siren blaring
The old man is dying
The doors opening and closing, scalpels working
The former is not sick, hope is killing.

It finally pays off
The sales are moving, peope are buying
Dues are paid, debts are balanced
Faces are glittering, the old ones are smiling.

All burdens are lifted
Placed gently on the shoulder pad
With renewed hope and determination
It is carried firmly by the latter.

A DREAM
I dream big
I dream wide
I dream far beyond my horoscope
I dream far beyond my horizon

I get a ride to the White House
I sit on the soft cushion
I admire the five piece suit of the President
And the well blended English he vomits

I arrive at the Buckingham Palace
With much funfare and galore
I witness the changing of guards
And sight the heels of the Queen

My wings so high, with renewed agility
I land at the Taj Mahal
I got engrossed in the Beauty of the Architecture
I start to spit out saliva

I move a little bit further
I find myself in Abu Dhabi
A limousine arrives and picks me up
I slept like a baby in the worlds finest

I stroll down to the Land of Pharaoh
I get a lift to Giza
I peeped through the window
I had a glimpse of Cairo Uni, my head reeled

I reversed and looked around
I saw this tall monument
It is called Eifel Tower, yes Eifel
I stretched and touched the tip

I climbed the stairs
I blinked my eyes
I smelled Sydney
I got carried away by the euphoria of the climate

After much persuasion
I arrived in the so called Giant of Africa
I closed and opened my eyes.
Yeh!, I am in Nigeria, Yepa!

I rolled forth and back
I forced my tears to stop
I am in a dark closet
I tag it a bad end to a sweet dream.

The world looks at her with hue
They say she stinks and frowns
She does not fit in to the society
They say she is ugly and arrogant
She is a shame to those who had her
She is rejected wherever she goes
They spit on her with the back of their tongue
They chase her whenever she is sighted
She is called an abomination by those she loves
She is cursed wherever she goes
She looks at them with face pale
She stares at them with a blank heart
She tries to show emotion, but her face is still
She looks at the mirror and stares
She doesnt know who appears
She changes position, tilts head
She stares at her image
She is no different from those who chastise her
She doesnt lack a thing
She was the once radiant and proud woman
Who stands in the middle of the road and thousands stares.
She says a word, billions listen
She snaps her finger, millions run towards her
She eats and thousands runs to pick the crumbs
She was once the pride of her family
What suddenly happened?
She lost focus, she lost direction
She bit the hands of those who fed her
Her children are weeping
Some are dying, others homeless
She had it all at her disposal
She wasted it all extravagantly
She calls her children, none answers
What happened to those who previously did?
They all paid for the crime they never committed.
They were sent on a long journey
By animals in human form
They were slaughtered, raped, bombed
The few who escaped, ran to her sister
They joined the jeering crowd to mock her
She stands in the middle of the ocean
With no friend, no family, none to call her own
She screams, no one hears
She regretted her actions
And sort to make amends
It came too late
The head is now below the water.

A TIME
The time is here
A period of brief interlude
The mighty are running everywhere
In preparation for the big day
That time is here

A time where brown teeth turns white
Angry faces glows
Bald hair grows
Fingers are nurtured
That time is here

Projects are completed
Allies are formed
Foes becomes friends
Prices reduce drastically
That time is here

Electricity becomes stable
Tongues become sugas coated
Promises are made
Gifts are shared, people are bribed
That time is here

A new song is played
I will do this, I will do that
The people are tricked
School fees drastically reduced
That time is here

Tugs are hired
Plans are made
Come out of your houses,
The bell rings
That time is here

It is your human right
It is your duty,
they scream with their large mouth
It is now they define democracy
That time is here

The day is here
Votes are casted
Ballot boxes snatched
The polling booth on fire
The time has come

Hands on the chin, people are anxious
The result is released
The monkey won the race
In the midst of lions
The time has come

As usual, the wrong man is sworn in
All thanks to you and me
Who, for what we want today
Sell away our tomorrow
To those who can't buy them more than a penny.

Dedicated to: MYLES MUNROE & HIS WIFE (whom I was privileged to meet last year, at the Blue Roof, Ikeja. A program organized by L.E.A.R.N.). You might be dead but your legacy will live on forever, RIP.

THE UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE
The sound cuts across the globe
It awakes the world to be bold
What an amazing fact to be told
The controversial music unfolds.

Silence pierces through the heart
Such a sigh like the sound of bat
The beautiful faces full of scar
It is the mark of ancient mistake

Hymns are flowing in the air
The whole stage is finally set
The body is laid to rest
In the final place of abode

A loud shrew cry is heard
From a land not too far away
The weakness of feminine gender
Has reared its face again

The living are left to wonder
If it was worth all the bother
A littile piece of paper
Makes one free of hunger

The giant is left to wander
In his tiny new apartment,
To face the inevitable panel
A judgement without appeal.

Dedicated to the Worlds Specials

THE WORLDS SPECIAL
We are the worlds most special
We move arround with an amazing vibe
We are the trail blazers

We are the world's most awesome
We may be blind
But we are not myopic

We are the world's most talented
We may be dumb
But our hands speaks volume

We are the world's most attentive
We may be deaf but we can hear
The perfect silence of the world

We are the worlds most healthy
We might be down with down syndrome
But we are not the cause of the world's problem

We are the worlds most intelligent
We are the best of communicators
We have the worlds best language.

We are the world's most creative
We are the best of artists
We are the best of scientists

We don't fancy your pity
Accept us just the way we are
We are like you, but a very special kind.

I call this one;
THE BEAUTY OF DUSK
The peaceful silence of the evening
Sends a cold chill down my spine
The trees fluttering and dancing
To the amorous song of the pestle

Sonorous voices of lovers chanting
Makes the old wish to find love again
The birds chirps into the conversation
Beneath the beautiful village orchard

The moon beaming at its fullest
Sends its powerful rays down to earth
The children giggles, the old yawns
It is time to narrate a tale.

The river finally takes a nap
A relief after the hard day's work
Mamas grab their kids by the hand
It is time to sleep says the clock

The wind revives its action
Scattering plates, the doors jamming
All hide under the cozy of their blankets
It makes it the perfect night

FTC ;DFTC

Sunak:
FTC ;DFTC

Meaning?

ayozainy:
Meaning?

u b jjc tru tru

Sunak:

u b jjc tru tru

It wont take you anything to explain

ayozainy:
It wont take you anything to explain

it will bro, cos mb go waste

Sunak:

it will bro, cos mb go waste

For d record I am a lady. Am sure u can see a (f) after my name

ayozainy:

For d record I am a lady. Am sure u can see a (f) after my name

FTC means first to comment. Some wierdo's think there is fun commenting right after the OP.
Well, you are not doing bad for a starter, what inspires you? I love poems.

Largas:

FTC means first to comment. Some wierdo's think there is fun commenting right after the OP.
Well, you are not doing bad for a starter, what inspires you? I love poems.

Thanks for explaining. Well, am mostly inspired by happenings around me but sometimes it's just my imagination

ayozainy:

Thanks for explaining. Well, am mostly inspired by happenings around me but sometimes it's just my imagination

Well if you wanna get more inspiration from your environment try writing a poem by the river side, or on a high level, looking at the sun rise, observe nature, observe your environment, you can even write poems about politics and events around you, and if you wanna get into the mood, calm your mind, clear your brain, no headaches, no worries, get reflective, sober, allow your mind be filled with the event you wanna scribble down in few rhyming words. Forget to switch off your phone so you won't lose concentration. I've never written a poem by myself but I love poems, so inspiring and touchy.
Well, good luck young poet.

Largas:

Well if you wanna get more inspiration from your environment try writing a poem by the river side, or on a high level, looking at the sun rise, observe nature, observe your environment, you can even write poems about politics and events around you, and if you wanna get into the mood, calm your mind, clear your brain, no headaches, no worries, get reflective, sober, allow your mind be filled with the event you wanna scribble down in few rhyming words. Forget to switch off your phone so you won't lose concentration. I've never written a poem by myself but I love poems, so inspiring and touchy.
Well, good luck young poet.

Thanks, I really appreciate it

I like your poems. I like the fact that you did not stick to any pattern by the forefathers.

Reyginus:
I like your poems. I like the fact that you did not stick to any pattern by the forefathers.

Thanks a lot

chai I no see am ooo, forgive me 4 dat.

Do you have two anthologies?
Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:
Do you have two anthologies?
Ayamlaykorn

not really....I opened this thread on the literature section not knowing dere was a section for poetry. My current anthology is on d Poetry Section