He was born with an old head upon his young shoulders...
He learnt 'profit and loss'
even before he cut his first tooth...
His hands held the money bag
even before he knew the value of it's content...
His feet were shod in iron shoes
even before he took his first step...
He became a man
even before he was a child.

Nice wordings but the rhyming pattern makes it more suitable for teens than adults. You know, from my own little experience, I noticed that adults don't always fancy rhyming poems. Try posting some of your non-rhyming poems cos I know u got them too....nice one though.

Thanks for ur observation. It is well noted. But, m afraid most of my poems have some sort of rhyme in them; so, i'll hv to learn how to write non-rhyming poems. Thanks all d same

u are welcomed fyn gal. to learn how to write non-rhyming poems, try reading poems written by some reputable poets like Wole Soyinka & co...Chinua Achebe's poems are also great, though I prefer his fiction works more...get a copy of their poetry books for a guidance. kudos dear, u can do better, but nice start, happy sunday!

Fyn gal...u're a woman of great erudition... I lyk ur poems.....wil b glad 2 make your acquaintance!

Tanx

Tho the message was unclear at first, i stil enjoyed the usage of adage and metaphors. Way to go.

@phraze, tanx.

They told the story.....
(A poem based on thomas hardy's 'Tess of the D'urbervilles').
They told the story
of a young girl
a miniature aphrodite
bound to an ixonian wheel
with only a few drops of rain
to soothe her parched throat.
Tantridge was a land of dreams
but the honey pot contained tar
and sorrow brought forth Sorrow.
Talbothay brought fulfilment
and the thing which started yesterday
was completed today.
Love rode on a high horse
forgetting she had a slender neck
which breaks too easily
from even the slightest wind.
Wheatfields were her painful comfort then
pride stood as tall as ever
and it seemed fate had a score to settle.
Along came the beast
playing gospel tunes
plucking at the painful strings of her heart
till resistance himself stepped aside.
The story seemed to have ended
but fate was right on hand for the epilogue.
The irony of killing an elephant
she who could never hurt a fly!

Unspoken....
There she stood,
an echo of a dying generation
truncated by the weight of never ending labour
holding in her hands,
the embers of their dying dreams
her eyes sent forth a silent appeal
no words flowed through her sealed lips
but her unspoken message was clear:
HELP KEEP OUR DREAMS ALIVE!

if these words are really urs then kudos to u ma"m>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
fixing words in to eachother aint that easy. THUMBS UP

Last one was the best. You are a fine writer girl.

One good thing I noticed about the last poem too. Visualising what you were talking about was quite easy.

Keep writing.

Seasonz come and seasonz go. Children are born and the aged are buried. Today you're a youth,tomorrow you're a grandparent. You're rich today tomorrow you're wonderin what went wrong. Today you're in love tomorrow you're out of love. The world holds its own mysteries. I wish we could only live for today because tomorrow changes everyting!

@yinka: the words re actually mine nd thanks for d thumbs up.
@jayboy: thanks for d encouragement. It is most welcome
@kpesley: nice one!

LOOKING FOR A FRIEND...
Yesterday was my friend,
but she left me with a lot of unfulfilled promises;
Today is my friend,
though she has promised to stay with me forever, i can see her slowly walking away;
Tomorrow has promised to be my friend,
but i wonder if she will stay with me forever;
I would have asked Time to be my friend; but,
time and tide come and go
so,
I am looking for a friend
who is neither yesterday, nor today, nor tomorrow;
who will not come and go with time. But,
a friend who will be as constant as the sky,
and as sure as the rising sun!

Fyn gal: LOOKING FOR A FRIEND...
Yesterday was my friend,
but she left me with a lot of unfulfilled promises;
Today is my friend,
though she has promised to stay with me forever, i can see her slowly walking away;
Tomorrow has promised to be my friend,
but i wonder if she will stay with me forever;
I would have asked Time to be my friend; but,
time and tide come and go
so,
I am looking for a friend
who is neither yesterday, nor today, nor tomorrow;
who will not come and go with time. But,
a friend who will be as constant as the sky,
and as sure as the rising sun!

The last line was very fantastic. Very nice poem. You write well. Keep it up.

@ Fyn gal u've done a great job.............. luv dat

@jayboy nd thankme, thanks 4 ur encouragement

@fyn gal,
U have liquidated my literary fears;
my once frozen thoughts can now flow
through a poetic duct clogged for years
by that "lil man down d street...everybody's foe".
your words fuse without a seam,
with a rhythm that gets my nod mode activated.
A 5 stars rating is highest, so it seem.
would giving you 6 make you overrated?

lol. Me don't think so. Nice work.

@poeticjustice: wow! What can i say? M humbled by ur kind words. Thankee sire!

poeticjustic: @fyn gal,
U have liquidated my literary fears;
my once frozen thoughts can now flow
through a poetic duct clogged for years
by that "lil man down d street...everybody's foe".
your words fuse without a seam,
with a rhythm that gets my nod mode activated.
A 5 stars rating is highest, so it seem.
would giving you 6 make you overrated?

lol. Me don't think so. Nice work.

True to ur name

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Not when the sun
is smiling down on you
and rain drops
soothe your parched throat
No!
Not when the flowers
are in bloom
and the birds
sing merrily of your destiny
NO!
Not when you are walking
hand in hand with fortune
and all men
call you blessed
NO!
But when the night comes
when the shadows fall
when darkness descends
and you cannot see
the light at the end of the tunnel
that's when
you count your blessings!

I love this. Well done girl

God bless you always ma