Poet's pen bleed For all to read It bleed word Sharper than sword This pen of mine Dine in words wine It openly chastised Not even in disguise It create...
Is this whats called life? When my pasts and present in panorama yet seen nor difference When some pasts supposed to be more distrustful when recalled, yet present seeming more......
SEVHAGE Publishers and SEVHAGE Literary and Development Initiative, in collaboration with WRR.NG and other partners, is making a call for poetry on women to be edited by a team headed...
Black shirt on black britches Black belts fastened around waist Black shoes on feet Black beret belled Insignia on shoulders V-Badges of red With sticks and guns Arrived in troops...
148 not just a number Not the winning vote of Nigeria Or the lotto grand prize But lives that depart the nation I so much treasure The gone numbers The...
Walking down the path behind my house Thoughts filled my head Images of the past Came to mind Lost in thoughts My mind began to drift Like a ship Being...
Now, only our finger tips are holding The love we once held with our hearts The bond we treasured and held sacred The horse that ran a thousand mile And...
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