donproject:
What has happened to us
'Us' of this generation

You will hardly see anyone commenting and commending the write
But one irrelevant post will get so much comme
nts

The poesy is just on point, neatly arranged, the stanzas just dope

Kiddogarcia:
the truth is clear to see.even poets rarely promotes fellow poet. aside from noble4id,no other poet encourage other

donproject:


Bjsrrut why is it like that?

poetictwenty:

I know the stars will fall at my feet someday.
The rain will oneday give way for sunshine.
Our drenched body's will someday dry up
When the future becomes today.


I can see the clouds gathering,
Hugging each other before it drops like rain-
A rain that will wash away the pains of yesteryears,
Before leaving us with a happy ending.


I won't forget you when I bid farewell to tomorrow.
For You're inscribed in each page of my heart.
You're like a rose planted in the garden of my life.
A rose that grew strong in a soil covered by weed of sorrow.



Countless times, I saw when you stood on you knees,-
While knocking on heavens gate for my sake.
Even when it seem the door was never opening.
But you won't just give up because of me.




Now, The sun has risen, signifying the ends of those horrible nights.
Paint your face with smiles dear Mama,
Move your feet for joy.
For the night has given way for a day so bright.

Ohuche, Joseph ogbonna (2020)

poetictwenty:

I know the stars will fall at my feet someday.
The rain will oneday give way for sunshine.
Our drenched body's will someday dry up
When the future becomes today.


I can see the clouds gathering,
Hugging each other before it drops like rain-
A rain that will wash away the pains of yesteryears,
Before leaving us with a happy ending.

My mama, a string woman
I'll write this in a beautiful card for her

I won't forget you when I bid farewell to tomorrow.
For You're inscribed in each page of my heart.
You're like a rose planted in the garden of my life.
A rose that grew strong in a soil covered by weed of sorrow.



Countless times, I saw when you stood on you knees,-
While knocking on heavens gate for my sake.
Even when it seem the door was never opening.
But you won't just give up because of me.




Now, The sun has risen, signifying the ends of those horrible nights.
Paint your face with smiles dear Mama,
Move your feet for joy.
For the night has given way for a day so bright.

Ohuche, Joseph ogbonna (2020)