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.
Maps of a Daughter's Memory
Thinking about my relationship with my dad.
I'm Praying For You
A Sunlight Tale
Birthday poem for a beautiful Princess of spoken words, Oluwadarasimi Bamiloye; her words are weighty. On this day May 14, 2017...
Survival of the Fittest
Life in a concrete jungle.
What little is left?
I have had cults following me and they hide under residences I live in and also in attics they threaten people and hold hostages.
The Long Cold Night
For most of us distance has been a barrier between us and the people we love, but one thing is sure; distance has not been able to erase the sweet words that's been planted by this one's. If u can relate to this fact, using the...
You Inspire Me
This article is dedicated to my cousin Josephine Akulang Abalang. You're my inspiration and I love you so much.
Not Going to Give Up Just Yet
It's about all the rubbish I have gone through 9/3/17.
Girl, you're on my mind.
Tired of everything in life.
State Of My Heart
Just something I put together for Valentine's day... I appreciate God for the love in my life.
Thoughts Before Bed
Was thinking of someone I care about, before going to bed last night.
A Mother's Prayers
In her heart, she deeply care for her children, she prayed to God for their lives to keep.(A poem inspired by my beloved mother misses Hellen Lopwonya) may God keep you healthy and joyfully for me Amen.
Something More Comfortable
Love and time; one scenario.
The Night He Died
Just a random poem.
White or Black, We are Still the Same
From the same soil, God created black and white, but they were the same.
A Love So Wrong
Loving the wrong way.
Death comes in more than one form. Not just the physical, but social.