Akpos go check weda the beans still get water, then add small ororo n salt...no be poetry una wan hear?

"Stand up son", yelled the white beard man...
sooner or later, we'll all behold the shadow or that substance
'tis where the substance lies, the vaudeville booms
chariots of tender and lovely revelry
the soul that dwells within
interminable solace binge

For the shadow shadowee mongers
penance inevitability; retch certainty

I want to live life to its fullest
So I don't come off as the dullest
But in my quest to become the biggest
I won't undermine the chances I get to become the nicest

Even when the economy is biting the hardest
And my dear naira is competing with the weakest
I'll always forge ahead to become the greatest
It can be just a step that takes me the farthest
Then in my field I become the finest

God being the one dwelling in the highest
Will crown my hustle with a badge of conquest
Until then would I live my life to its fullest
So bless me GOD

#cornel
#wordplay

AMALGAMATION Nigeria a great nation with natural endowment with human resources with land mass and population
but it has lost its glory in the hands of greedy vultures who feeds on the innocent blood who root the national treasure
the hope of our forefathers is gone upon which Nigeria was formed nepotism, tribalism, corruption is now the order of the day
but something can be done if we trace back the reason for national amalgamation
so let put our hands together and make Nigeria great again if we think well, we will act well if we act well Nigeria will be great again.

I black,
Midnight, the bed of stars that bring forth daylight.
I black,
Like the juice of ewuro leaves... Bitter
Making the mouth spitter.

I black,
Like whence these thoughts converge
Pits of fertile earth...
Brings forth food..

I black,
The image of my creator vindicates me...
Black as his breath made me,
Black, as God.

Eden.

Love it was
deep within,I search my heart
desire fills it too
I stay up at night thinking
the pain you left has become torture.
unable to forgive myself but I forgive you.

GRACEGLORY:
A pen, and a keyboard, could be as effective as the most dangerous amunition thete is,
as a gun could kill, so does a pen and a keyboard. All you need do is use them effectively.

True

I like poetry, but never studied literature.

This day
Today
The day for poetry
The special day to celebrate poems
The day all kinds of poets display their poetry
My regard to poets world over

rheether:

Take back your word.

hi. can you danse with the devil? (with two left feet?)

S O M E T H I N G

@OP, have I written something?

damoneymag:
All hail the honorable minister Mr lai.
The minister for tourism culture and lies.
Your lies are hovering every where like flies.
Oh my,
Your lies are well laid like tiles,
Even the devil hears them and shouts 'bros u try'
recently when u said tomato scarcity was caused by bokoharam, i could hear boko boys shouting '' kia bross that one na lie''
Even issues that are obvious to the eyes,
you still twist them like one trying to knot a tie.
Many times i wonder if your bank of lies ever runs dry,
Because u manufacture new ones as days go bye.
When we stopped hearing from you for a while we all wondered why,
Never knew you went to gather new ones like someone who went to source for fresh wine.
chai!
Just at the mention of your name, truth begins to cry,
All hail the honorable minster for lies.

Nice lines bro. True creativity.......

I just must write


A world of trust and distrust
Matching good with bad
Hate and love
Of sight and blackness in one
Today,
Love you find
The next
Love you seek
Still we bear and live
Not wanting to stop
Yeah
And so, Sheila stopped
Vowed to live in love nor hate
Cold being life called out !
You throw I threwthrew
Do as you please

RaggedyAnn:
I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
To defy
The silence that judges me,
The voices of dissent,
The arrogance that shuns me,
The ignorance that doesn't know,
I have dared to know myself,
Show myself and grow,
In my own substance,
But they still will not see me.


I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
Taken in the morning,
Misused by day,
To give it back again,
When the evening comes;
And at night, one grave holds it all -
My sins, sorrows and regrets,
They multiply when I'm not myself
Countless, when I distrust myself
And my body finds no room within to rest.


I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
To tell a truth,
Of singular tune,
Taken in the morning,
To sing my song by day,
And I sang my song by day,
Sung by night time,
The song that I was given,
No regrets, no sorrows,
To crowd my deathless sleep

Hey. Please what does your signature mean? I'm asking cos it sounds haunting, almost like your poem/moniker.

ART AND ACT

As I was told,
It's World Poetry Day.
My first as a poet.

A hit poem was what
I intended to write
but there was no muse.

Accept my apology,
take these dictionary
meanings as they are.

Poetry is a living component
of life, it's an act. It diversifies,
yet retains originality.

Poem is the product of poetry,
it's an art in different forms
and for different purposes.

Poets and poetesses those
bards that beautifully connect
words in poetry to poems.

Odetokun Elijah Olasunkanmi
©hollic


Happy World Poetry Day!

Many’s the time, I lay on my bed
With the thoughts of everything nice you've said
So sweet that I allow it get to my head
Then I remember how easily I fell
When I heard the sweet voice of this lovely girl
I was full of joy and the crowd could tell
Others wondered if I was even feeling well
But if you leave me now, for me life would be hell
Out of pain, I will continue to yell until you reach out to me
For true love is all I see and that is how it should be
For me.... For you.... For us Milady.
~~Omeje Oblak, 2017

what is dead can never die what is fled can never fly what doesn't bleed doesn't cry what doesn't live doesn't die

On a very high tide of thoughts

Emanated and laced by Recession

Fingers typing, my mind saying

Happy poetry day!


God bless naija.

A path to enlightenment called Religion
Now used To sow discord across the region

Man, an immortal curse poured into the blue globe
As The green thins and the water blackened, only greed paves the road

Conquerer with no equal with cold iron he ensnare
Dark intention and darker thoughts lie within his lair

Maker of rules to serve his wishes
The weak and the poor fed to his riches

The vilest of all beast
On his kin yet he feast

Twisted tongue convincing demon
Prime feats a proud phenom

The killer the killed, the binder the bound,
Destruction around, by the golden earth found

Man, a hand shaker a fateful guide
Diverted eyes paid with bleeding spine

A seeking monster a cutter of hope
Dreadful future ahead, a nape in a rope

Cloud eating monsters and floating castles he makes
An arrow filled with flame, the harmless he bakes

Warrior of ways champion of truth
A tree-herder plucker of unripe fruit

The plague culler miracle his hands
Fingers with strings forever we dance

Mender of hearts and a vicious half
When night appears with another he laughs

Beautiful soul with sparkling moons
Forever, the blue globe he dooms.

Messaih would come again after the argument in heaven messiah would come. -christopher Okigbo

Today is bright
Still I can't write
Cuz am hungry
And very angry
Nigeria Bahd economy
Is making me think of commiting felony
But where is My president
I guess he's relaxing in his residence
Sai Buhari
I can't buy garri
A rubber is now nine hundred
When am having just five hundred
Well I'll just go to bed
Hope my hunger comes to rest

Lilyqueeny:
Thoughts...

I thought that I'd seen beauty
I thought I'd witnessed grace,
I thought that I'd known love


'Til I gazed upon your face.
I thought I'd felt my heart beat
I thought my knees were weak,
I thought I'd heard a songbird
Until I heard you speak.


I thought the rose was fragrant
I thought the sky was blue,
I thought nature wonderful
'Til I first laid eyes on you.


I thought the sun was shining
I thought I'd seen it all,
I thought that I was standing
Until you made me fall.
I thought my eyes were open
Yet now I'm not so sure,


I think that I may be in love
Like I've never loved before.
I'll hold on to these feelings
And keep them safe within,
Until the time they're needed
And true love can begin...

Did you compose that yourself? I like it.
Joavid, come write me a poem, please...

Here's mine to all those we've lost, whether in peace or in peril; for friends and family who, being dead, cannot share our feelings today, here's one for you.

The art of saying goodbye,
Is no less an art than helping a smile;
As time counts down, to souls parting ways,
We wonder what the journey was for anyway;
Yonder we cannot go together,
For we know not which is real: here or yonder?
Beyond the veil may your good fortunes be,
And take there with you, memories of you and me.

There are two black bird sitting on wall,one named peter, one named paul. fly away peter fly away paul. come back two little black bird.... can someone help me complete it

SMILE

yomibelle:
GUNNER
My blood is red, My wounds been pressed, London's depressed, Arsenal put to rest, By unmerciful pests.
I am a gunner, Tag me a loser, I'll one day be a winner, Claimed the problem is with Wenger, Some think its the players, I think we need a winger, All are nothing but wonders.
Our club lacks passion From the manager's reaction, The players' action, To the fans' captions. I belong to this club even with this hypertension.
-Copied

copy cat.

I'm here missing you, no april fools
I don't know if its the things you did or the things I do
Like
Thinking about you all the time
Trying to change cause continuing would be a crime
Deep inside I know my very own self should be prime
But what do I do when the shackles don't seem to be a problem when you all that's in my mind
I fight, I struggle, I swim oceans for that salvation
The hunger that is you is in me and I hope for that starvation
Controls gone, passion gained and the future finally feels true
Even so, I feel good because I know my emotions grew
But then hey, I'm just here missing you
No april fools

Hey lalasticlala is it true that you like snake?

Every snake story on nairaland is what you check

Don't ban me i'm not dissing, i'm just writing a poetry

My rhymes are tight cuz it comes from the trinity


I love all the efforts of Seun Osewa and his crew

You guys are so sweet like mountain dew

But, Seun doesn't believe that GOD is true


I heard mr Seun is now an atheist

Remember, JESUS is coming soon with his pay list

Just remember me as an artist and an instrumentalist

Divepen1:
The beauty of tomorrow is best
when we've dried our vest
of pain, sorrow and regrets


The Joy of today
is when the earth is awake
with our hopes and things we say


The knowledge of yesterday can only be great
if men can always wait
to analyse the past and weight
their today's action life's scale.

Nice one

psallmuel:
Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
I slept on a bed;
And I woke up too.

Wow

botad:
You don't need to know any big man before you can achieve any big thing. Know the big GOD and achieving big thing will not be a big deal!.

AMEN