By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
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Constructed with traditional materials
With a homemade concept
The barns are kept sacred
Entry apart from the designated
Is sharply berated
As though it were an atrocity Continue reading
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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“Elohim it is I your only son that calls”
“Great prince of the heaven is now weak and so falls”
But Gabriel’s gentle voice can be heard from afar:
“Strength to the king who will win the morning star”
“This cross I carry is not what makes me weak”
“It is the hate in the eyes of those whose salvation I seek”
But Michael was quick to remind the tired God
“Before Yahweh and his elders you agreed to toss your crown into mud” Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
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As the wind drops by
A sensation it drags along
A tickling of the unseen mind
Popping out objects of the admired past
Indeed a desert, for the gentle soul. Continue reading
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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Out of 365 days of the year there is one day when everyone is a celebrity
On that day you are the star of your own dream; sign your autograph for your fans
Numerous Facebook write-ups all announcing the anniversary of your birth
Today Mummy remembers the theatre room, the pains and then the joy of the gift that is you. Continue reading
By: Kay Kay
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Loading...
Never have I forced myself to get such a gorgeous price
So enticing, yet so many nominate me as the most beautiful
Never have I experienced such hatred, jealousy and spite
Yet people wake up one morning to detest an innocent creation, oh so hateful
I’m a flower with gorgeous petals that wither
Because of the thorns in the garden
Thorns that have pierced through my soul
On the branches of a blossomed tree is a beautiful rose
At the foot of a growing tree, withered petals fallen
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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It’s like a dance which starts slow and gradually builds up to a peak
Two strangers do the dance of the dark until both are weak
I love my darling so much yet I don’t remember the name
My sweetheart said a lot of things that I forget after I came
I am with my lover, but I still need a lover
Why I feel more alone now I wonder
I kiss with my eyes wide open to see that this is wrong
But that person grabs my mike and continues the song Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
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Made to be together
Thick as thieves; one to the other
It is the beauty of the Homo sapiens
An effective tool for the sapient
With a set, he writes
With two, he crawls Continue reading
By: Kay Kay
Level: 1
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Eyes like little starlets in the sky
Eyebrows so full and fleeked like the trimmed gardens
Lips that are so tempting, wicked when they part
Oh Why? I’ve been hypnotized Continue reading
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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It is not the cock crow that wakes me up everyday
I hear dad’s voice as loud as a bullhorn yet again today
I see the passion in the eyes; it’s hate no doubt
Is there a surgery that can change one inside out? Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
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Glittering are the whitish thirty two,
And on the skin, is no tattoo,
A replica of the morning sun,
An ally to the friendly moonlight;
Having the sound of the clinging cymbal,
Attracting the best of troupes. Continue reading