Poems"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson.
Rhythm, rhyme, sound, words, and meaning - poetry brings all of these together to invoke your imagination. An ancient form that has existed for longer than the written language, poetry - in its varied forms - has something for everyone. In this section, we bring you the myriad colors and shades of this beautiful literary form.
Away From Me
Because of you, I somewhat wrote this.
Merry Christmas... My Arse!
It's a little bit early, I know, but I'm sure most of us have shared a similar experience. A little bit of fun for the upcoming festivities.
An Ode To World Peace
In light of the tragic events in Paris, this is a call to world peace.
Stuck In Yesterday
Sometimes it's hard to escape a memory.
Dancing Around The Gravestones
This Halloween, perhaps our Glorious leaders should pay attention to their minions.... After all, we're supposed to be democratic!
Forever This Time
A little sad ditty for Halloween.
This Feeling Is...
Poem expressing strong love.
Thanksgiving to the only worthy Lord.
The Distance Wedged Between Us
Hanging on for the sake of it.
The Last Train
When love comes to an end...
Plead to My Child and Our Earth
Pledge to the unborn children of Human race in distant future ahead us and all habitat creatures existing. A pledge to Our Mother Earth, we shall strive to protect her and together be the Guardians of Natural Beauty. The Future...
Hope you like my poem.
The Stalker's Fool
Sometimes a stalker goes too far.
On the vehicle to heaven, our plate number should always read CARRY GO! Inspired by God through Jaymikee's song titled 'CARRY GO'.
Beyond me, something made me feel this way.
About one-half hour ago, I heard and felt an old landmine combust. About four to six buried landmine bombs exploded in the city of Fredrickson Pierce County Washington.
Let Me Know
When things we do for fun begins to haunt.
A Sense of Nothingness
The title tells it all.
For Sylva and Gold
A parting prayer for my brother and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Kayode/Wuraola Dasylva.
I'm Still Not Over You
Dedicated to someone who used to have a big place in my heart. Wrote this years ago, pardon me. Write comments.
A God You Will Never Know
My thoughts were wandering over girls who suffer under the hands of their fathers, the pain, the agony....
Please Let Me
It's still about you.
Death It Be
Ending all nows.
My Good Friend
You will be missed.