Poetry

WHEN SLEEP THUS COMES

The night shall carry alot of stories
like how we folded our thoughts
and covered it with barren deeds.
It shall covet the moon with smiles of stars
it will be like the veil holding virgins
bounding their winter with frost of pain.
If sleep thus comes
We will both have arrived at the same time. Continue Reading

Poetry

UNTITLED

Salt

The first time I begged your indulgence to help fix my broken piece you did it with ease, I felt at ease to tell you about the cactus holes, the mended bridges. I remember the dusty rooms we swept together and arranged the books on the shelves. Continue Reading

Poetry

LET US TELL THE TALES

Let us tell these tales
by the moonlight borrowed from a yesterday’s sky
under the fires that sparked those first moments,
I sat pale because of the sickening attractions.

Let our tales tell
of the first moments our words kissed
from years written from a heart to another
under the golden sun of my lollipop you accepted. Continue Reading

Poetry

WHO ARE YOU?

McPetros

When I first met me I thought I was Zulu from South Africa

Cause I naturally had love for the folks in the Town called Cape

And Cyril’s cousin, Chris and I were cool cats

1931 spoke lots about our struggles

When our idol, The Great Britain, became our rival Continue Reading

Poetry

DEMI GODS

i.

Godly
Richly
Holy
Lowly
They are called the godly, richly put
on this ground where holy is lowly

ii.

I did not create
I am only death and life.
Just bow, ask nothing.

iii.

No clouds exist for you or your type
even prayers mean nothing here.
You are bunch of holy heads
boasting of pure nonsense.
Just look at yourselves
So pitiful.
Please break free
Instead
gods.

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Poetry

A ROMAN HELMET

From all fantasies,
That render my nights sleepless,
And my days wasted on lies

From all thoughts that keeps
My gaze fixed at your image,
And stare stuck to your smiles Continue Reading

Poetry

POETRY defined by DIKE CHUKWUMERIJE

Poetry is when, after seeing a woman pass, instead of just thinking quietly to yourself, ‘Wahala!’ you go home, sit down, take a piece of paper and write: “Without a doubt, you can stop a star in its celestial track. You! Twist it round for chance to see that glorious back. Shall I describe it? Swing and wobble, shake and tremble; that thing behind you will put me in trouble.” Continue Reading

Poetry

BOXES & CIRCLES

Unhand me dear maiden of these edges,
Unhand me dear maiden of these edges.
I do not seek to be put in your hole,
I do not seek to be put in your hole.
Polygons of freedom, squares of the dead,
lend me your ears, so my words don’t go unheard. Continue Reading

Poetry

TO YOU LIFE

Oh dear mister the one who heals the broken,
I hear of your faith in rides I could enjoy.
Not bad for the one who came through words spoken.
Laughter, Pain, Joy, Sadness I hear you employ
To help fix the dejected and the dying.
I’d love to sit in your counsel with my joy.

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