Hmmm, I taught u only know on how to comment on pples poems. but this one u posted here is da bomb.am still reading, am still trying to understand, am still gettin the lyrics. Nkechi, keep it up. I appreciate it.

toprate, I love ur poem. this is an internet love rite?

@franc, Now I believe u are flatterin me, wats the adjective u want to use on me? am waitin.

@franc, ur words are encouragin.

@chistiana, am rite here, still scratchin the tip of my pen tryin to paste somethn lovely.

where is dollie?

@dollie,


@Euphoria, I never knew u could be so nice. I taught u only knows how to spank my ass.

@franc, Maybe u should be the godfather.lol

steppin into the thread.

hmmmm

thanks nilla.

Oh my God

Euphoria is here. I hope u wont spank my ass this time. just kiddin.

I love the poets at nairaland, they are all wonderful.

there came a time in my life when i have an urge for          ,  I later found out that    ,  not the one my heart seekest, so I plung into another , , without any success. twice my heart have been , , twice have i moaned, twice have i felt pain, I then decided to stay away from , , that makes me look shy. Then I came in contact with a dove in ,  forum.  ,  savour my pain and gave me a reason to , , i thought the dove will be all mine, so i decided to ,  but to no avail. i said i would be patient. patient was i until someday, somethn happened. I came in to a ,  and discovered somethn awfully surprisin. I was threadin in the den of the lion. O my beloved dove been caged by the lion. I was all alone again. I still believe that ,  . this part 1 of my story. u are gettin it, aren't u?

now its time to talk, but i will talk poetically, i hope u dont mind

The Lonely Soul


The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders

As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
LIfe in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

TO ALL POETS AT NAIRALAND


FUNNY little poets in their
funny plastic hats, they take
the pain and sorrow, put it
in a box, then writes it all
down,
the sadness goes here,
the laughter goes here,
the hope goes here, and
the tears, , over there.

FUNNY little poets in their
funny plastic hats, grabs
a hold of this silence, tells
it to settle down, and wait,
for the picture is about to
start.

THE sadness goes here,
the laughter goes here,
the hope goes here, and
the tears, over there.

the baby further said.

I am precious, small and sweet,
all curled up from head to feet.
I twist, I turn and move around,
Oh so quiet, not a sound.
It's warm and safe, it feels so good,
just like God said it would.
It feels so soft, nice and warm,
I'll be safe, until I'm born.
I feel your heartbeat close to mine,
they beat together, like a rhyme.
My first few months, I felt so good,
then things were said, I overheard.
The words Abortion and Saline.
Oh dear God, What do they mean?
I'm very small and feel such fear.
Oh, what is this? It's a tear.
My heart is hurting, there is such pain.
I hear you ask, who is to blame?
I did not ask to be put here,
My love for you is very dear.
I am alive, and growing each day,
Please think about me, "Maybe pray."
I can give you, love and joy,
I'm going to be a "blissful child."
So listen to me, here my plea,
just one chance, to let you see.
The love, I'll give you, even bliss,
a little smile, a soft sweet kiss.
I hear you say, it's for the best,
It's time to end this awful mess.
I hear those awful words again,
the one's I cannot comprehend.
It won't hurt, there's little pain,
saline solution, your free again.
Free from what? The love I can give,
a smile, a kiss, the right to live.
I feel a rush, of something cold,
It hurt's, it burns, I must be bold.
The poking, the prodding, I try to move,
it hurt's so bad, it cannot be soothed.
Oh please here me, please here my cry,
I'm little, I love you, I don't want to die.
It's over, it's done, my hearts not beating,
I'm lying in pieces, no longer breathing.
I only wished one thing today,
to let me live, and "Maybe pray."
God would have helped us through the storm,
and kept me safe till I was born,
to hide your shame, guilt and doubt.
You choose to take the easy way out.
I suffered, I cried, you didn't care,
Only a fetus, you didn't want there.
There is power, who sits on high,
He loves us all, I've seen him cry.
This thing called Abortion, it's not Gods plan,
it came about through sinful man.
It hurts him so, to see us cry,
the pain we feel before we die.
So stop, and think of God above,
he cares for us, with undying love.
He will forgive you, for what you've done,
that is why he gave his only son.

LETS STOP ABORTION TODAY.
SAMSON

thank ya all 4 appreciatin my poems. it makes me feel elated.
I will tell u guys my story very soon. just give me time.

@wole
ok

;d :d

@wateva

I will tell u later, I promise

@dollie-pie, welcome girl,

u wanna know?

the first 2 are kinda personal, but the last one I wrote it for a friend.

ok ok ok, am proud of myself, thanks dollie

THINKING

Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine.
A utopian dream.

Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.

But like all stars, you died.
That gas was gone.
No pull between us.
The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.

The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning

u gave ur opinion to it, whose opinion am I waitin for. Am a looser, I agreed. but i tried.

thanks wateva, but thats not a consolation, i loose, have agreed.lol

So the winner is chistiana, I agree, but I tried, Am not a romantic writer, so I tried.