THE MATYR BY NTEN
So, I’m in church Lifting up hands and giving praise to my God In that sweet moment of worship, I feel happier than ever So at peace My feeling of contentment so real and unforced Suddenly, there’s a commotion There are men at the door with ruthless weapons ‘Ah!’ I think ‘They’ve come for us too’ The men our Holy Book call “the children of the bondwoman” The men we call our brothers They’ve been on rampage for a while now Persecuting Christian brethren everywhere Their aim they say Is to convert everyone to their religion But how can that be? How can I deny my faith? How can I let the fear of death deprive me of that City of gold? So, I say to them ‘No, I do not deny my faith I stand for Christ’ The torture begins My limbs are taken off one after another I…
BLANK PAPERS BY IPIEKI
I’ve got so many blank paperz I’m still looking for the sands of time blank paperz Calmly absorb these thoughts of mine blank paperz My thoughts engraved to free my mind blank paperz All I need to leave the past behind Bio: Ipieki ode, architect, libra, poetry lover/poet, comedy and drama lover.
LOVE
Love! A word found on all lips Professed by all mouths Imagined by all hearts Heard by all ears It is a steel that pierces through all hearts That conquers all fears Gladens all hearts And brings true all dreams It is a feeling that can’t be bought It cant be stolen It can’t be forced It comes on its own It repairs all torn hearts Heals all wounds And bears great happiness And easy to express By Matthew, Ime Gabriel
I No Love Again by Nature Photographer | Monday Ogar
Dem say love go make me whole Cure me of my soji, make me bold Forget my poverty, make me feel I hold Feel like celebrity, 2chains with all im gold Claim Eko boy for Calabar, as Cross River don broke But I swear no be so e bin go. As I love her… My sweet mama she make me forget My job, my appointment letter she make me I tear My state of origin, I tell you naim I first forget My guys, she make I disconnect And all my money she collect As my account na she dey receive alert. Now when you call love I dey dodge like militant wey sight JTF Because when I think am I dey shed tears As when I reason the journey, my liver the fail Because this thing call love e no jell. By Ogar Monday About Monday Ogar Monday is…
BRAVE by Fortune Mbah
I will stand up and speak out For the times you derogated me and made me feel less of life. The times you slammed me and made me swallow the pain. For deriving pleasure in my pain and enslaving my body, I will stand up and speak out. Amidst wails and pleas you relish my suppleness not minding the beautiful scars you imprint. The beastly laughter of satisfaction you let out And your creepy smile I will stand up and speak out. Now I am brave I am strong enough to resist Strong enough to slam back, to ignore the pains in pleasure to look you in the face and say, Enough! And to stand up and speak out. Fortune Mbah About Fortune Name : Fortune Mbah Sex: Female School : University of Calabar Level : 200 Hair texture: Awesomely kinky and afro Skin colour: Brown
Thell By Creative Poet | Chris Fridae
Tongues like fangs, red-eyed beings Left side grins, no flames but fire No master, no slaves—all equals No symbols, no signs—all words No gods but statue burning as fuel “It was just one lie” a little voice groans Yet we knew it was more For the pain was too much for a lie At least he does remember. He can tell. This torture, this pain Slowly ripping my vein. What’s my crime? My voice is tailing off to let my silence scream This furnace, no boundaries, still I sight a sea A mirage drifting far as I scrawl to its shores. “Flow, flow ocean flow,” a voice pleads. This brimstone knows no thrones, no scepters and no prince. I watch a warrior’s lungs roast and burn, his flesh unscathed Like death I thought this’d never end. . In a sudden, the volcano ceased, the skies were clear And peace reigned…
My Stiff (1) by Alice Ikpi
He’s romantic.. but he’s not the type to call you up by 6am to ask if you had a good night. But he’ll definitely ask u countless times during the day how you are, and he must make sure you answer honestly. He’s also not the type to call you up late at night telling you his was the last voice he wanted u to hear before bed, but he’ll definitely spend so much time with you during the day that all you’ll dream about at night is his face. He’s the type that’s gonna hold your hand always, look straight into your eyes and let you see his soul. He’s the type that always wants to hug you and feel the very depth of ur soul. He’s the type that will kiss you so slowly and passionately your breath will seize for a moment. He’s the type that’s gonna…
Confused in Distraction by Lover | Eke Asibong
How can you be everything I want and be the death of me? How can you say no to me, but your eyes are calling for my soul? Saying today you miss me, the next I’ll never know I wish for many things, like forever with you Words to express how I feel, never taken seriously. I fear loneliness, the haunting from my past I crave solitude, if only it’ll be spent with you. I know pain, or so I thought But what pain is worst than not having you? I say I’m not emotional, a tale well spun Fix my reality, spend a day with me I thought I was done with love But love is every day spent with you. Can’t you see the pain in my eyes? The hurt in my voice, the sadness in my laughter Some say they understand me, I’m void of a soul…
THE TEACHERS PUBLISHED BY Trhymz
I bring the baby from the womb I prepare the body for the tomb I take away the sickness through prescription You all stay alive because of my decision I have been so benevolent to the society Why now should I be in parity? Who stands for you in court So you are not thrown in jail to rot Your rights, I defend Where there is wrong, I amend At all times I be there for you Yet my integrity like meat you chew. How do you go to your place of work Do you ride or do you walk I reduce the death rate By making your roads smooth and straight I make you move over rivers without boats nor canoes How now should my doings not be good news. All of it, I taught you all Aside, teaching you how to pave your downfall Searching for the bigger…
THE CHOICE by Prince Ekanem
My desires made me callous. Their bare bodies I long to see. Like a thirsty athlete Desires water, my cravings for Porn knew no bounds. No fear of God, no thoughts of repercussions. To satisfy my urge my heart desires. Hunger pangs can’t describe the urge. Think twice my friend a calm voice speaks. That could be your mother That could be your sister. What is good for the Goose, is good for the Gander. Some are exploited, some have no hope. See them in this light, the Father loves us all. It quickly dawned on me how selfish I have been. God’s fear I need, his light I seek. Make the right Choice, whenever the urge comes. The choice you make will make your day. By Ekanem About Ekanem Ekanem, according to Mirabelle, is an awesome, amazing, hardworking and illustrious historian with the heart of a diplomat. He’s a…
Dear My City by Ekene
Dear my city, Stories were once told of How diamonds grew on your soil Of how liaison was your anthem Of how attention was your thing of beauty But your grace is burned down in the scorners’ heat There is screaming found in your country seat Your agony, torment and misery are placed on repeat Across the lawn, lies the pawn Tossed across, around and away Placed on a foundation of death Your curse lies in the ruins of blood Where your nutrients are mixed with its cud At every intersection Your taxis of sorrow Strip pedestrians of hope Filling those thirsty souls with puddle water My city, once on the concrete of gold Now thy glory lies in the desolation of waste. By Ekene Ngoka Follow on Instagram @craxymikey
IN THE EYES OF A HOMELESS CHILD
There is a pain in the heart, Left with grudge and misery Of a lonesome existence admit the uncertainty, What lies beneath the hundred hopes? Feels like a long endless rope, To live with warmth, Of yearning of a mother’s touch With a father’s shield Look through his crying heart, In the eyes of a homeless child. He plays in unsure path, Of the lonely grounds The innocent stares to swing and slides, The tears riding the merry-go-round Moving around the further round, Disheartened and clueless, What lies behind the lost, Of a mother’s heart And a father’s touch, Look deeply to his breaking heart In the eyes of a homeless child. He dwells in roofless poverty Around the dirty-noisy crowded open home He sleeps in the silence of cold darkness And wakes up with the earsplitting echoes around, What is waiting on the other side? Without embrace during his…
It’s All Grey
It’s all grey The sage tells of a presage Full of thoughts, talks and all Indicating the bane on the wall Disguised in beauty With a sketch of cruelty With a flaw of clarity An evidence of incongruity It’s all grey Like the ancient tale Of an enchanted tail Buried in horrors mail What I mean Is what you need The beauty of a dying corpse By Ekene Michael Ngoka Follow on Instagram @craxymikey