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scarphase:
Nice!!
I get turned on when through my actions and thoughts, the pen romances the paper!
Nice poetry. You are not alone in the thoughts

The spark that lit my hope
Providing a nimbus glow to my soul.
A friend in a dark place,
Guiding my path and protecting me
from the traps of my enemies

Droplets of your affection
Could fill the hole in my broken heart
Overflowing with happiness,
Cascading with joy ,
And dispersing traces of depression in me

A shining star in my life,
You show me the light
At the end of the tunnel,
Your words are rare gems to me
Each meant to show me the road to success.

On the days of my tribulation,
You calm the raging sea and
You do not allow calamity to overcome me,
Thank you my dear friend
Your Love is endless.
©zanieike

Can I run away from my problems?
It chases me as a predator to a prey
Looking to devour
my human sanity,
I have no immunity
from its fangs,
which hovers around
My self-consciousness;
Breaking inner glows
Corrupting rows of thoughts

Can I be free from these shackles?
My mind is latched with spiraling
Melancholy tormenting
My soul every day,
Happiness whistles but
The aura of my troubles
Clamp-on it.
I only ask for peace,
When will I be joyful again?
Freedom is far from my grasp.

He fell in love with her
Lost himself in her world
He couldn't withstand her resplendent look
Her eyes shone like a shooting star
Glowing in a glamorous manner
With her rounded face carved like
the sculptures of beautiful angels

He could burn the world for her
Calm the raging storm if he had the power
Climb the highest mountain to profess his love
Fight the deadliest creatures to protect her
But he forgot she was the daughter of chaos
Love means nothing
Pain was her only language

Lost in this labyrinth of love
The way is bleak and torrid
Hope exists only in enigmatic form
If only he could rewind time
Life could be kind to him
Love could happen to exist
Between him and his love
©zanieike

The pen is my best friend during my sad days
It lets me pour down my thoughts
It knows the rot in my saddened soul
So it anchor my sanity like a captain
Sailing to keep me from the
Claws of depression
With each word I write I feel alive
Like a fish in this ocean of anguish
Swimming to happiness
©zanieike

Chi is the personal spirit of a person ḿmúọ́, in Igbo culture it is this spirit which determines destiny. ... Each chi is personal and is in communion with and inseparable from the universal chi of all things. The high god, Chukwu, is believed to assign chi before and at the time of an individuals birth.

To the land of the spirit
To find the key to redemption
No admonition could stall us
One last time we march
To stop rash decisions
Taken by our tormentors

The creator has given us a home
Earth is a great zone for us
Humans are beautiful creatures
Who deserves love and closure
Abounding like the rivers
Blooming like the flowers

The vengeful sun spite at us
The raging wind sighed at us
Lightning danced around us
Dust became our friend in our
Journey to the land of hope
Which we only search for a host
To love and cherish
©zanieike

Defender of the people
Protector of the country
He is the last hope of the common men
Who are entangled in a rope of disillusion
Of a better life and kept
In a hole filled with ignorance
Being meted on them by the
Rudderless government
Clueless politicians
Voiceless activists
Who are only puppets
to the Powermongers

He gives the citizens
A sense of identity and
The mentality to believe again
With his shield of integrity
And sword of honesty
Where he finds looters
He fell them with his protests
Until they are bounded and casted
Where corrupt ones sees him
They find retribution of their misdeeds
They asked for mercy
But he gave them none

For he has won the hearts of the people
And different arts and statuses are made
To venerate his victory
All hail the Crusader
He made the people believe again
A champion in their eyes who could
Never compromise the struggle
©zanieike

adeabdul2:
Awesome

Thanks

The stage is set
His eyes are red
Slowly he moves
To answer his call
The drums beats loud
The crowd roars
Light fading
Wind howling
The grim reaper awaits him
Like a groom beckon on his bride
To perform his dance
Each step feels like a stance
He has been before
One two he swings
His hands like a bird
His body swirling
He felt like a king
In this ring filled with ghosts
©zanieike

I was your sunshine
Lighting up your life
Now I am a hailstorm
Wrecking up your life

I was an angel but
You made me a demon
Now you mourn about
Me not listening to your sermons

I was your sweet wine
Which never run dry
Now I am a lime to you
Which always taste sour

I am a prisoner of my destiny
Caged in this entity called life
Bound with chains
Filled with pain
To await my verdict
Which i only find solace in

The creator didn't give everyone
The same amount of talent
He made some salient points
When creating humans
Great and little
He gave each her own

Lost in this road of destitution
With no instructions left for me
My views are skewed
If only I could get a reprieve
Then will I be set free
From this unending agony

This is lovely.

I am standing at the crossroads of life
I have tested the waters
Notwithstanding the debacles
I could not find the script of redemption
Where hope lies awake
Like a dying star
Waiting for me
My footprints are lost
In the sands of time
Only my misery is
Left to comfort me
Arms wide open to
Embrace oblivion