365 days ago was the day Sun melted to the seas
and the day moon wept crimsons
The arm of hope we carried was too short
a paddle for us to swim to the bank of victory
as the wailing of the innocent souls were earshoted by our heads

365 days, The Earth orbited the sun
and the furious songs of the rapid gunshots sounds like yesterday
The dancing bullet cases were too busy to witness
their tenants driving through the higway of our modern heroe's belly on high speed
A loss of a mother waiting for a son to return

365 again, is what we are counting
Their souls a rapid course they laid
A cripple country whose legs were head
The bed of Roses you laid is a bush of thorn
if mother nature can hear, let these courses repeat every 365 days on their children

✍️Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

365 days ago was the day Sun melted to the seas
and the day moon wept crimsons
The arm of hope we carried was too short
a paddle for us to swim to the bank of victory
as the wailing of the innocent souls were earshoted earshoted by our heads

365 days, The Earth orbited the sun
and the furious songs of the rapid gunshots sounds like yesterday
The dancing bullet cases were too busy to witness
their tenants driving through the higway of our modern heroe's belly on high speed
A loss of a mother waiting for a son to return

365 again, is what we are counting
Their souls a rapid course they laid
A cripple country whose legs were head
The bed of Roses you laid is a bush of thorn
if mother nature can hear, let this courses repeat every 365 days on their children


#Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

Boss, don't tell me you mean it �

anuofGod:
Awwn, this is beautiful
My daughter's name is Aduke
It's a very beautiful poem and it describes her beauty and elegance perfectly.
God bless you for this.

Awnnnnnnn, thank you

ADUKE
eni bi eni.
Many wonder if she is black
like the back of Ṣẹ̀gílọlá's brass pot
Some ask if she is yellow
like the gentle evening sun of Oba Isin
Others opine that she is the exact color
of Lámorín's desires
And the uncertainty that fuels Làkásègbé's discontent


ADUKE
eji bi eji.
Some say she could be muse,
buried beneath the soil of broken poems
Awaiting the sour rain from a lover's eyes
to help it sprout
Others believe her to be a song;
"Imole...mi"
Of the faithful shadow that lingers
Even when the night is come

ADUKE
eta n`tagba.
Let me learn to wait like Ìrọ́kọ́ Olúwéré
Let me cloak my knowledge with silence like Ifá
Let me refrain from humming the songs of Àjàntíèlè
Perhaps this love tale would share the likeness of Elẹ́yèlé.

#Folorunsho_mike_Iyanuoluwa

I pledge to the flag of a country where hunger eat up our meals.
May your noble cause be directed either i'm alive or dead.
I will turn into dust and join your soil
I will bloom out like the roses as I uphold your honour and glory, this is my only desire.
"Roger! This is the major general reporting live from the grave, do you copy?
all men down, I repeat, all men down
Over!

#Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

"Our flag shall be a symbol
the truth and justice reign
in peace or battle honoured
and this we count as gain
to pass unto our children
a banner without stain"

I pledge to the flag of a country that's done nothing for me.
We offered our ribs a passage for the bullets cheerfuly.
Our finger arched in the flames and our burnt teeth smiled our victory for us.
To have worn this camouflage we become so eligible.
I pledge allegiance to the reminiscence of a nation under God, bond in freedom, unity, faith, peace and progress.

I pledge to the flag of a country that imbibed the blood of her countrymen.
We set our heads for the swords and our larynx for the dagger willingly. We burnt our bodies on granades, o motherland I have no regrets for risking our lives against all ods.
I pledge allegiance to the reminiscence of a great nation under God, bond in freedom, unity, faith, peace and progress.

. . . . .

Been writing constantly...
Look in the mirror and I have no face
thumping in my ears as my heart raced
Picked up the pen and started drawing
Headache coming on started withdrawing
from lack of nicotine in my blood
Cuts on my wrist like a flash flood
Tired of living but I don't want to die
so I'll sit here and stare at this knife
Don't worry about me 'cause I'll be here forever
maybe I'll make it through as long I'm clever
Work enough to sleep all-day
never eat so my stomachs eating itself away[center][/center]
Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

Those calls in the nights for help.

Let by-gones be gone becoming water under the bridge.

she look over the side and don’t jump because the water would hit her like concrete brick.

Hard and unrelenting tear of hard parted legs from limbs would be quite nasty as her own gown did not fit.

Sob story hurts,
the broken hymen and the flow of blood and revealing grief as an eyesore for a face.

Held back anger knew no bounds, cutting remarks go skin deep.

Under three men, Burning for vengeance, she is obese, stuffing herself till she burst, still remembering the worst.

the air was cool but the height was far, the splash was wide and no memories to roll

Gasping for air, breath unclear, she choke on words, drowning in despair.

emergency rescued her again from early death aging pre-teen.

#Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa[center][/center]

Living alone, this time of year
With all around expressing cheer
No decks, no lights,
No happy time in store for me
No gifts, no singing auld lang syne
No one to call my own, no “mine”
I wonder what this year will bring
Although I fear for me........nothing

#Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

heniford2:
¶ lose me ¶ poem
What do you really want Express your grief,let it out Are you Relief You move me, yet am here This burning flame has elope me Blames, self pity, abuse, gossip, Let it out, let this walkie out
I feel nothing but my illusion self Bond with different suspension Jailed in a veil of disappointment of oneself Troubled by my own shell Please lose me Let this cup pass me by i plead thee This darkness seek for light Yet its soul is hunt
On this edge i want nothing more again Speak not, less my own path become doom Lose me from this caged of self abandonment Does it matter again Freedom,liberty, self open Lose me I pray thee from this sherlock of my mindset Please!!!
LOSE Me...�
#heniford2

nice one bro

heniford2:
nice can i write mine

yes sir

The story is abov a child that got hit by a car this morning on my way to church. . . The sight of the accident is sorrowful. . . I can't stop the tears. . . I pray every soul that met with such REST IN PEACE and that, God should save everyone. . .

THIS YEAR IS YOUNG AND SAD

Carlessness,
Not watching.
Blue straw fan.

Ignorance,
Hooting horns,
Playin' deaf.

Inevitability,
Tyres screams.
unstopable.

Slugishness,
No time to run.
Fidgeting.

Collision,
Child broke the car.
Messiah asleep.

Guls,
Errupted kidney.
Sickening sight.

Slow,
Motion drawn.
Tramplin' over.

Another child,
With season.
Completed.

Away mother,
Agonised final cuddle.
Insane.

Daughter of life,
Only but one.
Child of love.

✍️Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa

joseph1832:
Mr Tim has dropped one, Everybody come, take one,


Be careful not to take all, Else you take none and then fall.


Texanomaly roll, shake some, Firestar drop, twerk some,


Llaykorn come and read some, While I come and spread some...

i never believed i could cry reading this. . . . Its touching

It hurts when my friends call me names and bruise my ankle.

it hurts when they steal my lunch, even if it's half an apple

it hurts when they tear my torn bag off my body

it hurts when bullies punch and push me to the ground when we study

it hurt when dad comes empty handed late at night

it hurts when everyone sleeps with an empty crying bowel and great fright

it hurts when i think we don't deserve it

it hurts when the cold iron hit

it hurts when it's bullet travled to the other side of my head

it hurts when people see my dad's wife's son's corpse beside the bed

it hurts when he and mum can't stop crying over me

it hurts when i can do nothing about their tears and skipped meal

it hurts when i found out i'm speaking loud from heaven's gate

BUT it hurts most when i found out i went before the given date.

#Folorunsho_Mike_Iyanuoluwa

"but i think my only sin is being alive"
I LOVE THIS LINE!
well done bruv, well penned

Fabulous bro. . . Well penned

He's no more to father his children. . .
sorrow now kings the joy they possessed

#two_line_poetry_challenge

Tadeknkeepcalm:
The truth is rex didn't actually do it.
Take my word for it—completely legit.

thought it to be a challenge head, its mine. . . Check it

I was drowning in the river of past
and my arms of hope are too short to swim me to the bank

#two_line_poetry_challenge

When I bite the dust
Don't stand at my grave to
Mourn me, I am in a small
Safer room where sadness,
Loneliness and woes dwellth not.
Don't cry for me,
I didn't die of cancer
Or brain tumor, hold your
Sympathy! I am happy there;
Don't sing for me, I won't dance!
But rejoice with me cause I
Dance no more in shameful tone
Be glad,
I am free from swimming
In the tears and throe of love
I am free from the world where
True love is been deprived by
Tribes and family history
I am free from the world
Where two colours are in a
War against one another
If anyone asks after me
Tell them I am not dead
But I see from above--
Tell them I left the world for
A purpose but reveal the truth
To my mother. Tell her I lost
My soul In the battle of love.

I got for myself a box of tissues as
I get ready to sob and
to nod to the rythm of sorrow as
she plays her dirge into my ears and as
the ocean of sorrow engulfed my morrow, yet
my arms of hope are too short to swim me to the bank.

#Folorunsho_Mike_Iyanuoluwa
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Real poets can still come in touch by adding me to their whatsapp group, blogs, pages and all that, i can invite people to review, critisize or promote our poems. . .
NAIRALAND IS BORING


whatsapp: 09031863714
facebook: Aiyam Rex

This forum is getting real down, i switched when i realized there is neither critisizm nor encouragement here, just arguments and all stuffs. . .
NO ONE IS READY TO FEED THE AIR WITH ALL THESE TALENTED ARTS EVERYONE IS THROWING. . .

joseph1832:
guy. You did not write a haiku. End of story.

http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/haiku/haiku.html

Read and learn and know your Kevin or whatever his name is knows jack sh1t about haiku.

dubiously correcting what you obviously know zero about. . .

if you are not afraid of your obvious failure and won't wait to sink in your stupor of ITK
then answer where the progression of 5,7,5 syllables is used in your example

(winter sun
a cyclist pedals
against the winds)

if you have another point from this syllable thing, say it. . . But i bet your failure is strangling you now

joseph1832:
go and sit down. You obviously don't know anything and you can't even comprehend simple things.

dear sir, don't give savage replies 'cus a typical human who probably is not thinking from their belly down deep below will understand my question

joseph1832:
obviously from what you've just said, the people who told you it's a Haiku know little or nothing of what a haiku poem is.

Before I tell you why it's not a haiku, can you please show me the 5,7,5 syllable structure in your supposed haiku?

Thank you.

from the example given from the link u shared

"Winter sun
a cyclist pedals
against the wind"

show me the 5-7-5 syllable structure. . .

then i'll continue why my poem is a haiku

joseph1832:
guy. You did not write a haiku. End of story.

http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/haiku/haiku.html

Read and learn and know your Kevin or whatever his name is knows jack sh1t about haiku.

dear teacher, after surveying your shadowpoetry. . . I have the courage my poem

"winter breeze
postboxes covered in white
rivers freezed"
is a haiku. . .
if you do nt concur, tell me why its nt then i will tell you why it is from the article on the website you gave. . .

i urge you to go learn more about haiku sir, those articles ain't enough for you sir

redhead little dove
belly sitting on a pole
guaranteed mother

#Folorunsho_Iyanuoluwa

Thanks for the critism, lets check out what your shadowpoetry stores in its containers. . . :p