What Is Silence by Onyekachi Onuoha
What is silence? Silence is a life devoid of love or a world filled with love? Silence is a life filled with calls or a world devoid of calls? Silence is it the prophetic failure on me or echoes of destined success? Silence is the regretted past or rejected future? Silence is it a world without my stories or a world filled with it? Is that silence? Have you ever heard and tasted silence? Have you ever been hurt by silence? What is silence? Silence is a thousand words I say without sounds Silence is the love I convey with my eyes amidst hate It is the walk I take in depths of words that eyes cannot read It is the sweet quietness that embodies my bitterness Is that silence? Silence is a lover, a jealous one Silence is that spirit I nursed in my heart It is the words…
I Come from A Home by Isaac Okpen
Okpen Isaac, according to Mirabelle, is a young man who loves to look good all the time. He enjoys taking responsibility for all his actions and thus, is a trust worthy person whom many lecturers, especially Dr. Bassey Ekpenyong enjoys entrusting various tasks to him. Isaac is a very promising student of English and Literary Studies, University of Calabar.
Different by Spoken Word Artist Solomon Ikpeme
I see your statuses and shares and I wonder if you still think about me
Like I think about you.
And if you ever turn at night and want to see my face,
Like I dream to see yours
Not Today By Heartbreak Poet | Rachelle Hartog
… wrote this for the love I had but couldn’t keep… For the one that got away… NOT TODAY There cometh a day when I will be as strong as I was before you but not today there cometh a day when I can look at your pictures and smile but not today there cometh a day when I can look at you and not burst into tears but not today there cometh a day when my memories will not be shadowed by the day you left me but of the good moments we had but not today… There cometh a day when my heart wouldn’t ache each time I know you left me for another But not today… But until then I’ll guard my heart so deeply… For that alone is my best defense… By Rachelle Hartog
Hanging by Ekene Micheal
Surging up from the roaring sea of my heart Lies a question that keeps me “HANGING” that question remains WHO AM I? Thorns and thistles have afflicted my flesh Sticks and stones have broken my bones Friends and foes have haunted my soul The swift legs of the earth have had their peek I wrestle with chaotic hands Chaotic hands of war Like a scarecrow saddled with loneliness I scare the pretty birds away I wish the creator Could print an elaboration on my skin Just to be justified and re-defined Rather than perish in anguish and languish And like a sojourner of peace I lay still, waiting patiently Eager to answer the question that keeps me “HANGING” By Ekene Micheal Ngoka About Ekene Ekene is a dashing young poet and song writer. He enjoys making new friends.
Tech Brother By Novelist Onyekachi Onuoha
Truth is like water when Poured it cannot be gathered Today I face difficulties in placing your being Though it has been long tech brotherhood With words of home to you While I receive tales of strange land Through cyber and hypertexts We keep in touch to our root And sustain our blood Through our words in our world No one ignores his brother But did I know that you have change? All these years of liking your pictures And inbox you when I hated the way you stood Did I know that you have change? Why? Why Aham? Why will you suddenly forget that you an African In Africa brotherhood is like a spider web You do not keep the Iroko the community wants down I know it is a trace to our home stead I am affected too but Africa is like a spider web You do not…
Here Goes Nothing by Tonia | An Adieu Memoir to My Social Media Love
MIRA SAYS: I was totally not minding my business a few days ago on Instagram when I stumbled on this fine fine writer. “I laid, silently watching, Waiting and listening. My eyes twitching As I eagerly awaited a response, “Been a while babe” I texted you And with every ring And text alert My heart skipped two beats In one second’s heat. I so badly wanted it to be you But all my anxiety and expectations Were simply dashed, Right into the kitchen trash. A friend asked, “Tee! why do you love him?” My response was: I just love him, Perhaps it took a spell to make it so But he keeps me burning, The flame I’ve lit, you see Can only be rekindled. He’s kept me at bay But I’m not just gonna stay away. Oh yes! This must now truly be madness For I have taken up the…
Girl (1) By Tonia
I was only 7 and we were on the sports-ground for P.E I was eager and all ready to run that race I quickly tightened the laces of my trainers I began to jog on the spot Fidgeting like I saw athletes do on TV Mr. Dan finally announced that it was time for the relay races, My excitement was indescribable. He announced for top spots for the first set of runners and I advanced further raising my right arm up, He looked down at me, saying “Little Angel, what’s wrong?” and I told him I wanted to run! Mr. Dan laughed and said the top spots were for the strong boys and in that very heartbreaking moment was when I first realized that I was/am “A GIRL” By Tonia Tochi Part two comes next… About Tonia Tonia is a 19-year-old writer (poet ,storyteller) and final year student who sees…
LONELINESS
LONELINESS Battered in the ocean of love, My heart feels so empty And devoid of happiness, My soul yearns for belonging And my arms now sour from clutching, I reminisce on the times spent in oblivion Together in each other’s arms As I close my eyes in blissful recall In serenity and tranquility. The warmth of your arms And the scent of your fragrance Have eaten up my thinking, And transformed my psyche, Causing untold arousement And unquenchable longing and quest For the one my heart yearns for the most. If only providence could harken to my heart’s cry… By PAULSTANLEY OHANU. About Author Am Paulstanley Ohanu, a freshman of the English and Literary Studies Department of the University of Calabar. I love to write poems especially when I feel so devastated and downcast. Mira Says: Wow.. He loves to write poems when he’s sad, just like I love to…
BLUE FANTA | Richard Etim
BLUE FANTA Atmosphere of sin, Land of the oppressed, Wickedness we caress, Even when happiness we haven’t seen And always loose and don’t win. We came last in life’s race Because we lost our pace And couldn’t control the anger of our sin. Let the young ones grow And the elderly ones smile Then walk in few hours over a mile To a land where a blue cock crow, And our hand throw Away the pains of our smile About Richard Etim: Am a poet and a writer. The poem blue fanta represents the bitter experience in Nigeria, how slow Nigeria moves within the orbit of development. “A land where a blue cock crows” is the dream land where Nigerians intend to sail to, a land flowing with milk and honey. Etim Richard.
CANDY IN HIS MOUTH
Two can play the game Or is it three they say? I went with lil brother To a candy selling shop You two! Stop There! You tiny little thieves! How dare you walk in here And buy nothing but shoplift Oh no sire! Good looking gentleman I and me lil brother is not capable of I pray you are mistaken And please do some checking So I and the lil one may be on our way Go on you two Innocent looking fiends Before all I have for sale will but still be here And away I pulled my lil one along But passed a while when all I saw was A candy in his mouth. By Victoria Ishmael
A Brilliant Coming of Age Poem | THE WAY OF THE WORLD
As a child I watched the world fly before my eyes With animated pictures like magic I saw days come and go As a teen I became more curious Why do boys play and girls cook? Why do some men work while others sleep? Why is there one king yet many servants? But then mama said to me It is the way of the world It is the way of the world It is the way of the world Why is there so much suffering? Why is there so much pain? Why is there so much wickedness? And yet they say it is the way of the world Now as an adult, I see I see that the world is not as it may seem Black or white Big or small The world goes round and round All the way Because truly, it is the way of the world. By…
Someone Wrote An Emotional Poem For My Site | Title: BLANK PAPERS
I say it’s emotional because a coursemate decided to write this lovely poem for my Blankpaperz. I especially love these lines:
So many stories to tell
And so many secrets to share….
And I with feeble and quaking hands
Will write to fill in the vacant Blank Papers.