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My sweetheart |
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#Following |
13years old by my landlady ![]() |
The Convict (Free Verse) I heard her voguish voice At the cave of my ear Rasping and vociferating at top pitched echoes. “wake up sir!” I smelt her tidal air escaping through her warm nostrils As she pecked me with that hurricane breathe And the pavilioned door enveloped her… I woke up again, Looking lost in life My eye sockets were heavy as rock Each blink eclipsing flashes of blurred memories. Sweating like I had battled a ghost, The haunted one with grieving injuries Before exhuming a survival moan Into the strange air. I watched The lady pray to the tritheistic being In strange but courtier tongue For my revivification, Her oval face stained with teary droplets That could drown a mouse in a stoup Her hands all raised high in supplication Under the hottish hut that looks like a hospice And the cloud beamed flashes of curvy lights Variegating and threatening heaven’s peace with thunderous yell; While the sky cried to sleep, But she continued. I pinned my ears out To the audacious entreaties of A young woman who knows not me, A lady summoning the Supreme from his sacred abode, For my sake, Then I must be damned. But Why break a rock over me? The Thomas in me finally twig That between us two, One of us is a friendly stranger. I still can’t remember her And she said she housed my son’s heart Though I recall having a little boy But a full grown lady? As the cloud bleaches into another time I basked away deep into the sky eye And retired back to bed… |
This is sad ![]() |
More poets are coming in.... ![]() Great job OMA4U |
Is that Charlie boy cutting Bantu's hair? ![]() |
GIYAZZ:I love Rap poetry. Please gimmie one I wanna learn |
OMA4U:A foreign movie. I just added some other acts to beautify it. |
Nice one guys... please keep it coming! ![]() |
IS SHEKAU DYING TONIGHT? (Kyrielle) Good morning the merchants of wars; Gallant forces upholding laws Our brothers maim us at first sight Is Bin Shekau dying tonight? I've seen a brother lost his head Just cuz he would not make life dead. You're our friend, fight for our ra ped right. Is Bin Shekau dying tonight? We're served death like chickens on streets In chaos's kitchen all for heartbeats... We're been fettered by terror's might! Is Bin Shekau dying tonight? We've seen them taunt their terror live On western mirror, "he's alive!" "No, he's dead but alive in fright..." Is Bin Shekau dying tonight? ![]() |
I think they have marriage counselors or something close to it. Well, Families have overtime been able to solve their children's marital issues. So yes, it's okay to seek for advice from family member. Cuz an advice is given from experience. |
100Cents: ![]() I don't want people to stalk her for me. I call her "Dee" ![]() |
My babe Everything about her is good to me ![]() |
.........brb |
OMA4U:Waiting... |
Lets go there!!! ![]() |
vizboy: Will you die for her? cuz I'm willing to do just that. ![]() |
I love D i'ja |
So onila lost her 'V'to 190? ![]() Hurray!!! ![]() |
noble4d:Sexy tanka! ![]() |
Proof? ![]() |
princesa:Great poem Hajiya, this indeed is a voice from the heart's mouth. ![]() Well, don't worry, we all feel that too once in a while. ![]() Btw, to the bolded...... In Olamide's voice "question for the gods" ![]() |
I endorse this. ![]() |
Just five years? ![]() Well, he has been a good actor all through the case |
What's with the balloon? ![]() |
Literature as i know are written works such as poems, plays and novels. Poem here refers to poetry while plays and novels are prose. So I think its unfair to call it a literature award and then skip or crop out poetry from it. In order to revamp and rejuvenate the poetry section i am pleading on behalf of other pen pals on NL for you to create a slot for poets/poems/poetry in that award. Thanks. Mods una no dey help matter at all........ |
[b]The undertaker prepped him voguishly Like there was a party six feet below The earth where anosmic maggots Were tamed by steep fragrance He is dead, he is dead Of what use is a tinseling treasure To the naively rich sands? The gold plated casket glitters In the mourner's eyes How classy is death in its house? A gang of aggrieved groupies Hallowed to a one time Shylock-baron unleashes its ruckuses At the swanky funeral They teemed tiny shell At the casket and in a tick The casket transmuted into A gold plated basket He is dead, he is dead The bullets ran its errands Through and through But death was poker faced The deceased wife face streamed Down tears...The triumphant groupies Prod the remains for mockery Until wee in the day When the police came for a sweep The shylock-baron was in a feast- Romance with the houseflies... Until the groupies dispersed He is dead, he is dead He who dies once is lucky But he who dies again has lost his soul And would be damned What was his crime? That he was having More than he needs.[/b] Sincerely, I don't know what to name this poem. |
philtrum:It is called 'Free verse' (I think) ![]() |
Hurray!!!!! ![]() Now I can hug and touch freely ![]() **let me go and hug Ms. Simms Fletcher** |
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