Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you, To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze And
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Haiku of the night 3
Airy evening for all tree dwelling fellows Sparrows sing, Robins bass as crickets chirp Two happy lovers sit listening *** Hello everyone. I promised to
A haiku of the night 2
Soft wool, fluffy pillow, starry night Three fellows bidding a shepherd sleep Crickets sing from cracks in the wall
A haiku of the night
Howls and barks from sad dogs, Full moon, cold grips the quiet night When silhouettes walk the lonely streets
Haiku: Tropical Fantasies
Sun rays, sea breezes; gold and blue fantasies, Twilight muse from clouds when evenings approach Noisy monkeys play beside the raffia palm forest
Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander
Ding-Ding, The heart is new, The heart is free, The heart is keen, What else is left unseen. Knock-Knock, We’ve closed, We took overdose, We
Paper People by Harry Baker
Excellent spoken poetry! Enjoy.
Muse: Swift Stream
The blue stream flow swift Three patient toads sit aghast Waiting for the current to pass
Haiku: Sunset
Grey shades fall on the land, fast travels the sun through the clouds Songs of slumber, dog barks, the airy evening’s last memories, Time to
Haiku: Searching the Flames
The unhappy hawk search the burning bush Folk say she was scouting for her old granny, But an escaping rabbit caught her attention instead
Haiku: The Wind surfs
How happy, the wind surf the sea! Bending double to strong waves, To escape the doom before her
Haiku: A Summer Walk
Take a summer stroll down the green bush Find three squirrels play by fallen tree logs Splash! A frightened frog jumps into the quiet pond
A poem for Sailors
See the sailors ships dance on the wave To the rising sun they prepare to sail Waiting to greet birds and smooth tides, And to
Sharing the Love (with Franklin Onuoha for Charles Iroegbu)
Happy birthday big brother. I have joined with Franklin Onuoha to dedicate this to you. I give credit to Franklin for the Title. We wish
A Shepherd’s Song
Evening airs are comfort to a tired soul, Which all morning was submerged in wool, Cuddled by cute lamb, fresh and beautiful. Up in the
Dear South Africa
Righteousness exalts a nation.
God as Poetry Editor By David Thane Cornell
He dips His pen in the black hole of night To recover an image and give it more light Sometimes He uses a digital pad
Muse: The African Bride
‘I will never leave you! I will deh with you…’ He said, Tears rolled, freely She wept As her face went red It was clear
Let’s dance in the Rain
Let’s dance in the rain Throw me a handful Catch my water blow And throw me another Let’s play under the rain, Hides and seek
Share my Dream
You shared my dreams For when I put my pen to a paper You were always there To turn my wishes to reality And all
Muse: To the end of the Day
Towards the end of the day I shall lay my head on your thighs To behold the glittering stars
Muse: Piece of me
I give you a piece of me To share in my personal joy, To share in my stories and tales I give you my time
Morning sun
Spreading her white net, Morning wakes to her duties Gathering fresh scent From flowers and dew She casts upon the clouds Heavenly paintings A creation,
Knowledge
I search through stacks of books Panting, tired, worried I wait for the rising sun, Riding across the skies To give some heat, some inspiration
The Lightning
From my curtains I peered to see your flash Before now you have kept my candle light busy Trashing the paper work all over the
Three Poems: The Shepherd, Dance for me and Say you believe me
1. The Shepherd Night calls Stars glitter up the skies Picturing stories Which can not be told So the Shepherd views all From his bed
Becoming by Fayeampah Collins Akwetey #WPD2019
a river flows in me; i’ve become a mangrove, but sometimes i thirst for refreshening ** Commentary: For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to
Musing: Singina likes my Tales
“I remember your funny and lovely tales”, she yawned She continued: “You complete my day with your poems!” At first I wasn’t sure of what
The Castle called a man’s Heart
Have you heard or seen the dens or prisons where free men were kept? If not, let me tell you about it, about the little
Nature’s Forest
Take me to the quiet streamside, where no mans traverse, disturbs Take me to the land, where my eyes see the beauty of your love
