I AM: by Ogoluwa Simon Ojewale
I am a fusion of rhythm and creativity My words emanate from the works of God's activity I am what happens when swag meets Christianity My works are like filthy...
ANOTHER DESERT: by Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
There were times when life gave me a hug Colleagues and confidants, all under my chants, Girls in college melting at my sight, Even the sun had come visiting at...
MAN IN THE HOOD: by Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
I am a man who's got no face, Even still I possess all countenance. I steal glances at the hills and mountain, But it amazes me that I was spilled...
LESSER OF TWO EVILS by Ojo Adewale Iyanda
Minority in a nation Rescued by a saviour raise through creator Tried to be a gladiator Traitor for creation What can we do? Lesser of two evils Dictator from foundation...
A PRICE FOR BREAD! by Akpoveta Akpoviri
Right goes for tiny piece of bread Brewed by thieves of twisted tongues Promises made but never to be fulfilled Forced down the throat of gullible citizens Blinded by poverty...
THE PACT: by Onwuasoanya Chika Jones (Winner BPPC 2015, March)
When man first discovered that God, was not between his legs, He set out to find the diviner’s rod, And fill his flesh bowl with cloud dregs, The Nazarene walked...
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2015 [APRIL]
Words Rhymes & Rhythm is calling for entries for the April edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) on the theme: 'WIND OF CHANGE'. Organized in honor of Brigitte Poirson, French poet and...
BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2015: ONWUASOANYA CHIKA JONES WINS MARCH EDITION
A multiple award-winning poet and spoken word artist, Onwuasoanya Chika Tobi, has been announced winner of the March edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) themed ‘MAN AND RELIGION’....
A SINNER’S CONFESSION by Osoba Taiwo Peter
My Lord please I'm sorry I won't return to my sin again Relieve me of this sinful agony Free me from this pain I'm sorry for taking grace For granted...
OUR ARTIFICIAL AFRICA: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
When the birds were heard rapping Stead of singing and wings flapping It was obvious some things had gone wrong And nature wouldn't have them to its belong When Coca...