Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: poetry

  • Writing a Poem by David Thane Cornell

    Writing a poem is like picking flowers in a minefield. Lay down your life spread-eagled, so that the grass, sharp as syllables, won’t cut you. Let your fingers test the soil. Don’t tug at the roots. Seize adjectives for hostages, negotiable at the border between war and peace, leading you all the way back to…

  • I am Poetry

    I am needle, needless of pain, driving through fabric, to create a happy stitch, I am dance, sometimes something sane, twists and turns, breaking within or without, I am fury, memories may wane, trust on mere ink and paper, pale but yet transparent I am innocence, a cry too soon, living for the weak, suns…

  • Poets Corner: Why is Poetry Less Popular?

    HOW I CAME TO LOVE POETRY As an introverted teen, I found solace in writing. All my thought was written in the form of poetry. I also wrote poetry for my faculty and student magazines. Fast forward to many years, and I submitted my first story and poetry to two different competitions. I didn’t make…

  • Let that dream soar – Poem

    Take charge today, be confident Let the morning shine on your talent But don’t just dream, bring life to it Start working on your beautiful gift, So it can soar and to other lives lift It may be reasons why the world wait But how will we know If first you won’t believe in you?…

  • Morning Wind

    Morning wind, crisp smell, Moist dew, sun rise, beautiful land Take it all in and live in it, Inhale deeply before it’s gone

  • Palm Tree

    Beautiful ornament, guardian of my land I salute you gladiator, My great warrior! Your strong fronds are high To shade the village from heat, You stand on those ancients hills A pillar rooted deep into earth, Little forests grow, here and there, You tower over all, trees and fauna, But yet a citadel for great…

  • Orie Market Day

    It’s Orie day here. Orie is a big market day in Isuikwuato. Everybody will be heading to the market to trade. People from different places buy and sell here. I walk through the quiet hills to get some fresh air and pick some flowers. Thankfully I have the quiet road to myself. I also have…

  • Haiku: I touch the sky

    Clouds mock me Yet I touch the sky, I have no wings

  • Amuse: Tomato Poem

    Today I met this round twins, sumptuous red fruit By the garden they grew, so I’ll make a muse for it. 1. Hanging down hopelessly as their weight was a clear burden, Close to a busy ant hole, where ants traversed without care, Their redness portray the sun’s ire but they seem quite unperturbed I…

  • When Waterfalls sing

    I told trees of your songs and they are jealous, When you drop, birds and the wild stop to listen, To hear you sing a melody from the long fall And watch you wash your garment on the rush below

  • Traveler

    The traveler is like the sun Which traverse the length of Earth, Seen her people, food and cultures He is like a blast of the wind Blowing cold and hot at times And fine dust is his companion The traveler is like a compass Searching for North pole Seeking gladly new lands The traveler is…

  • A Tree Poem

    Sitting under a long leafy treeOn a mild and serene noonWith Nature’s finest creatures;A stray buzzing bee,A colony of black ants,A handful of wild mushrooms,And some twittering birdsCool breeze blew at intervalsBringing smell of cattle to meWhile tree leaves tried to seeThose who took refuge under her shadeBlushing at the admiration on our eyes,Falling off…

  • Little Frog

    Oh little looking weebly-woobly Frog Jumping about on a quiet blue lake ‘Dob-wob, Dob-wob‘, it croaked into evening Calling to all nature’s big and small, For some short but lively weebly-woobly dance Start your blog today. Image provided by Mary Grace M. Salomes, MGMS. I decided to write a short piece for children. My friend,…

  • What I think of Poverty (Poetry)

    What if I told you a poem of poverty Will you wave it off and call me silly? I will tell you what I think Why communities continue to sink, School children trek miles to get a bus Their worn-out shoes make it worse, Bright girls will deliberately miss school Sanitary pads their excuse, without…

  • Night rain

    Now it rains heavily with thunder, And with cold, her breezy messenger, I watch the rain fall from my window, Fast, soft drops crash into glass panes This heavy rain ploughed, and sow, Her lullabic seeds across my land, Soft, sweet breezes reign with her Battling a stranger for his umbrella, In pitch darkness cover,…

  • Amuse: African Ostrich

    1. To you my feathery friend I write In greying fields your fur I sight Dangling by your sides are wings, A tall neck, from which you may sing 2. Caw caw, caw caw are your favourite words The wind is your friend, the soil your playground, The shrub is home, to it you rest…

  • Love knows no colour

    Love knows no pink, no blue, no colour; it knows no creed, no silence, no mumblings, no religion or association. It will learn nothing that brings shame or pain or hurt to others and one’s environment. Love preys on no one, it knows no greed and no self. Like fresh leaves falling quietly away from…

  • Haiku: Happy Hawk

    Happy hawk surf, King of blue clouds, wind While silence look on Start blogging today.

  • You’re my Style

    I know beautiful words are healing to the soul, but I write not because words are beauty but for your beautiful self. So I want you to sit back and enjoy this rhyme, this African style. Everyone has got a style, loving you by beautiful words is my style. Start your blog with WordPress. Click…

  • Quote: Pride & Humility

    Pride is the father of shame Humility is the father of fame Start your blog with WordPress.

  • Four Poems: Let’s Take A Walk

    I. OUR TRYST Breezes bring your memory; mild rosy fragrance, The wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale And now we wait to tryst, craving beautiful sunset II. HAPPY MEETING We must make haste, for night is a cold stranger, For the great Baobab where our love blossomed, Cold nights steal our…

  • Such is Love

    Nothing can explain this wild feeling One hungry embrace, Heart beats to same rapturous tune Of man and woman in love, One with Nature… And one with the night of fiery frost, Of glittering stars, or a rising moon, Such is love by the dark silent lake The beginning and end of the world Start…

  • Muse: I Wonder

    I wondered, too, what I had ever done to deserve the special love of this very special girl. When I used to think about you before this day happened – it had been as of a rather splendid but inaccessible young goddess of the hills and dales – the incarnation of all beauty, and truth;…

  • Finding Joy by Arunav Barua

    Between you and me, truth be told, I see An emptiness that begs to be undone, free This moment here, the waves battle on in time To fill the void, weapons are words forming lines Can I ask for some token of understanding now Let us fill this empty space, without caring how! Start a…

  • Namaqualand, Beautiful Namibia

    I see light fell from the skyOn the wind I heard a sigh…Image @ChristurtleboyesStart a blog here.

  • Waterfall

    Listen to Nature sing from waterfalls, She thrash her garments upon rocks And wash them with her soft palms She sends soft waters crashing into the pool Watching the blue skies as her fingers work When the water descend they form Fine curtains of white mist As the water touch the pool below It changes…

  • Since I met you

    Many times I told myself that love is but a lie It comes into a life and leaves without a trace But since I met you, I feel more ambience; The way you make me do things I do, The way you smile and cherish life so Start a blog here.

  • If I do love you

    If I do love you I would make me a green hut at your gates Drum and call upon your name I would of your virtues write long poems Sing them in the dead of the night So it sounds among the ancient hills With Echo, the talkative spirit of the air Start a stunning…

  • I see you here by Arunav Barua

    Make your presence felt, No you, happiness withheld Complete, with you here… Want a blog like this? Try WordPress. (c) Arunav Barua (I.I.T Guwahati, North Guwahati, Assam)

  • Poetry from Skies

    There was poetry before we learned to write Awesome rhythm rendered as a strong wind might lyrics penned down by clouds, as such And when singing, green vegetation bows There was poetry before we learned to hear Drums that tender soft beats, far but near Brief gaiety across the heavens Heard passion when it stills…

  • African childhood Memories

    I long for my childhood days in rural Africa, To fill my lungs with morning air descending from hills And to till farmland that stretch into sunset Golden sunrise always kept everyone speechless And when birds welcome the day with choruses Sweet breezes gather to battle the sun warmth Infants may resume their wailing culture…

  • Sing with me

    Sing with me Let’s talk lyrics only known to poetry, Dance with me Let’s swirl upon night’s quiet rhythm. Start your blogging here.

  • Let go, completely

    I had many fights as I grew up. Most times, I was the one bullied and had no option but to push back. Then I thought retaliation was the best option. I could match word for word or fist for fist. Thought of forgiveness only came to me when I let it. But each time…

  • Seeker

    I see a golden ray Giving light from afar Up the lonely road Near the cliffs edge Where leaves fall in circles, Caring about nothing As they fall, happily And the skies not seen But a streak of sun light Filing through waving trees Now and then, Rodents of tall trees, Curious about the passerby…

  • Quiet Lakeside

    Once upon a quiet lakeside, Where blue clouds stay, With very thick fog dwell, And tall Figs hide in them Like towers, Over a host of colours, Painting down the valley When the sun rays fall And the forest below So all may turn to gold. Clouds are not left behind They shine in the…

  • Ever Searching

    Ever searching for the wor(l)d… Start a stunning WordPress blog here.

  • Muse: Thoughts

    Nothing gives me exceptional hope But thoughts of coming home to you You can start a blog like this one.

  • Starry Night

    Stars sing your herald Cold night, crickets quiz In quietness I lay alone Start your blogging experience here.

  • Amuse: Reason to Smile

    I like to see you laugh Turn around, watch my goofy face Let me be the reason you smile To make your pain go away Let me see curves on your mouth Dance to lyrics of my daydream Call me naughty names if you would, Call me a pigeon with one dark eye, Call me…

  • First love

    I still dream of you I know you barely think of me

  • Follower of the Month

    Hello friends, It’s a tough time, isn’t it? Hang on, things will make sense soon. I just had this thought and reasoned it may be fun too. I’m going to write and dedicate a poem to a follower as a way of saying thank you. Since I can’t afford to give books, flowers or other…

  • Two Poems: Together we watch day end and my Dancer

    (1) TOGETHER WE WATCH DAY END Baobab and Palm are shelters, Glittering stars are my friends, Waterfalls and Lions, my brothers And together we watch day end. (2) MY DANCER I steal a glance when you dance Memories of pouting lips haunt me I dreamed of you and I once But wished it away if…

  • Muse: When there was Love

    When there was love I saw blue clouds, Clear like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful bounds

  • Golden Sands by Robin Bliss

    The mystic ocean laps gently on the golden shore The azure sky The golden sands The aqua sea And the green grassy bank on which I sit Captivates my mind Fills it with joy and peace I hear the sound of a guitar playing And piano Softly in the distance As I sit in the…

  • You came as a Dream

    You came as a Dream to me This Dream has made me beautiful

  • Just Kids By Jasmine Scroggins

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  • I’m a Shepherd

    I’m a shepherd, living all by myself Of course there are people all about But none share my believes and thought I dream away alone, such is my life Early mornings are my quiet times So I speak life to the day when I wake Hoping to see my reflection on the lake And to…

  • Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

    Nature is a pixie Unworthy to be sung, Can it be I’m sixty, I who was so young? Over generous hearted, She heaped me full of years, Careless if I carted Bellylaughs or tears. Though spring is hers for poets With hopes too high to climb, I’m strutting up the summit On crutches made of…

  • My muse

    Your voice is like the Nightingales I laugh at our goofy-selves But that’s one of those signs, That I love you even more