Write a poem having the last word of one line be the first word in the next line

Like this

"I saw you when I opened my eyes
Eyes see and tell what the heart wishes
Wishes that only come true on starry nights
Nights, when darkness falls and I see all but you"

NOSTALGIA OF GOD’S LOVE

Scuffling through the List
Grumbling for a Release
Not knowing what to do
Waiting for Doom
Longing for an Ecstasy of Love
Just like St Theresa
Waiting for an available Pacer
Just like a Racer.[/center]


[center]Embodied by Pain
Juxtaposed by Vain
Satan Raging in his Tantrum
The world crumbling in a Misery Phantom
Everything seems Hopeless
Man explicitly Clueless
Divine attention needed
Who will settle the Rancor?
Who will Anchor the expected Glamour?

[center]Suddenly!
Christ came to ease the Pain[/center]
From heaven’s Bound
To Mary earthly Womb
Customized by Calvary
All the way to the Tomb
A man without Sin
Died for men Sin’s which is visibly Seen.

A Gift is given!
A Life is taken!
Aeon of Peace emerging
Eternal life assured
Carnal pleasure extinct
A bridge is constructed
Man and God united:
Through the Cross
Satan at Loss
Hell in Chaos
The King is come’
Life is liberated!

Naija, scam of a country
Country that's a product of accidental arrangement
Arrangement made by foreigners
Foreigners that ruled with whips and chains
Chains that still acts as barrier
Barriers of party, tribe and religion
Religion that should unite remains a seed of division
Division of the country seems to be the easiest solution
Solution that'll land you in irreversible incarceration once voiced
Voiced complaints terribly frowned against and totally discouraged
Discouraged the Sowores, Seuns, Felas, Falanas, the rich and poor
Poor me, what can I do but to worry, wonder, watch, and wish?

Ohhh, new story

The morning star sank into the blue clouds,

clouds that hid the feet of the cold sun as it rose,

rose,smiling down at the world,

The world grabbed the new day with both hands.

Blessed Mother



As I beheld from above;

With no choice of mine;

Formed and lived within you;

A sack that nourished me;

Kicked severally;

Desperately I wanted out;

A swim of a life time;

Find myself between life and death;

Soon the ground I touched.

My eyes,

I beheld a new world.

Heard of your nine months travail;

It was just like a day.

Option you had to put me in a trash can;

Abandoned forever.

Love flowed through the reddish liquid in your body;

Sweat like thick emulsion.

Push the midwife said;

Tears like the ocean;

The floor overflowed.

Silent whispers;

Crowded clinics;

Congratulations the home front;

Hand waves from the four winds...

Smiles quickly drove out tears

The honour of a lifetime do you deserve.

Midnight_Blues

Jó Night
You whom a melancholic heart speaks of
Who taught me our love song in the comb of the wind
And shared our dreams in the shadows of the dark
Speak the night to be O'er
And free my soul from the nightmares of sad realities.

Jó Night
The cold breeze hums our blue love song,
The shadows stirs an unfulfilled lost dreams
This tears will last much longer as it takes memories to fade.
Speak thyself out of wonderland
And free my soul from wander land

Jó Night
When morn comes, to whom will I cling?
Is a turbulent night storm enough reasons to cringe?
O night-in's-gale, O morn lily
Speak that thy velvet voice
May awoken the euphoria of a joyous dawn

LMAO hahahahahah

Lost for words
Words without meaning
Meaning a rare definition
Definition of insanity
Insanity we embrace
Embrace when we are lost
Lost for words

Ok

Interesting

Slumber and sleep no man ever profiteth from
From dusk to dawn 24 hours count
Count each second as gold
Gold and silver, cometh to only those that sweat
Sweat of vigilance, dignity, labor, thoughts, actions
Actions that speaks louder than words, thoughts and dream
Dream on your feet and not on your bed
Bed and pillows and sofas are the beloved habitat of the poor and little
Little sleep, little slumber so doth the poor man gradually slip into penury

Some people and comprehending issue, na wa ooo

Lovely. There was a thread like this far back and it was really interesting. But guess what It died!!!


SHY GUY
How do I tell her...she mean the world to me.
How do I tell her...I cannot do without her
I see her walk pass and I am lost in stance
She is the beginning and the end of beauty
I dream of her everyday of the night.
It will be a dream come through if she can be mine
I am sad because that ain't happening soon
I am still a SHY GUY!!!

As nice as it sounds it's not real,
Real as N-power
Power as posses by prophets
Prophets of God the most High

Short poetry fan here

So, I take a seat in here. I believe I'm welcome

kenny714433:
Midnight_Blues

Jó Night
You whom a melancholic heart speaks of
Who taught me our love song in the comb of the wind
And shared our dreams in the shadows of the dark
Speak the night to be O'er
And free my soul from the nightmares of sad realities.

Jó Night
The cold breeze hums our blue love song,
The shadows stirs an unfulfilled lost dreams
This tears will last much longer as it takes memories to fade.
Speak thyself out of wonderland
And free my soul from wander land

Jó Night
When morn comes, to whom will I cling?
Is a turbulent night storm enough reasons to cringe?
O night-in's-gale, O morn lily
Speak that thy velvet voice
May awoken the euphoria of a joyous dawn

Dude, it says 'Short'. That mean anything to you?

Dark in here
Here is where I belong
Belong to the pages of this book
Book is my home
Home wherein lies the pen
Pen in exchange for my heart
Heart bleeds till it's dark
Dark in here

Down the riverbank I met her
Her witty eyes clouded my thinking
Thinking if she was mine
Mine... oh, mine only.

Only if she was still single
Single at heart, character and body
Body that has not been defiled
Defiled by the strangers.

Strangers be blind to her
Her King is right here to take her home
Home we go to be my queen
Queen... Queen of my life.

Nooofs:
Hmm, sounds boring

Then you don't understand poetry

nairalee:
Naija, scam of a country
Country that's a product of accidental arrangement
Arrangement made by foreigners
Foreigners that ruled with whips and chains
Chains that still acts as barrier
Barriers of party, tribe and religion
Religion that should unite remains a seed of division
Division of the country seems to be the easiest solution
Solution that'll land you in irreversible incarceration once voiced
Voiced complaints terribly frowned against and totally discouraged
Discouraged the Sowores, Seuns, Felas, Falanas, the rich and poor
Poor me, what can I do but to worry, wonder, watch, and wish?

....Lwkmd...after this your poem...dem suppose close this thread...na here church finish .....looool

illuminaty:
....Lwkmd...after this your poem...dem suppose close this thread...na here church finish .....looool

Abeg o no loud am o before these senators file am under hate speech o

Looking into your eyes I feel love
Love that makes my world go round
Round, reddish, squinting and charming
Charming me each time I steal a gaze
Gaze leads me directly to your soul
Soul, heart, body of mine dedicated to you
You are love of my life cindy
Seen the (Cindy) true meaning of love

spaced booked....

**********NIGHT**********

Oh night... how great thou art
The conceiver of the good, bad and ugly

Oh night... how feared thou art
The shiner and darkner of humanity

Oh night... how blissful thou art
A time for mortal men to lay and stop stomping on mother earth

Oh night... I hail thee for because...
you are the salt of the earth, the lord of the stars, the king of the moon.

Nairalee you finish work abeg.

I hear the cry of mother Nigeria
As her drowning ship sails through the shores of the Niger area
Her tears overflows with agony
Her once fruitful land, now a harbor of melancholy

Her sons and daughters weep
for their sinking sailing ship
The captain is deep asleep
He is oblivious of the stormy wind that leaps.

To be continued.

Leroi Emmy Idiege.

11/25/2019

yorke1:
Lovely. There was a thread like this far back and it was really interesting. But guess what It died!!!


SHY GUY
How do I tell her...she mean the world to me.
How do I can tell her...I cannot do without her
I see her walk pass and I am lost in stance
She is the beginning and the end of beauty
I dream of her everyday of the night.
It will be a dream come through if she can be mine
I am sad because that ain't happening soon
I am still a SHY GUY!!!

OP THIS IS MY LIFE STORY

He walks
With nowhere to lie
Unattached to something
Everywhere looks drab
Tending towards hopelessness
Temptations there to end it
He walks
But he walks
Continued on unplanned paths
With nothingness in mind
He walks
But to almost end
As if an hour glass
Measured life and near death
Silence over time
Time unlikely to overlap
Time hid the about to change
Sprout an unexpected life
Unveiled beautiful habitats
Life awakens when almost end
Pains go away
As new born
The beauty of life arrives
He walks
He never stopped walking

...Never get depressed.