By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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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: Arc
Level: 3
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...
Puck civilization
Whatever happened to moonlight plays?
Man relied on cultivation
Daily bread was assured, we were content.
No schools
No struggle for dominance
It was an ecosystem
No chaos. Continue reading
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level: 1
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Blank…that’s all I see
I’m staring but my sight has been zipped into a space only consciousness knows
My stare is as straight as the ruler that measures the shape of my worries bouncing off the geometric walls of thoughts
I become one with my thoughts, a prism, gliding through the planes of life trying to find a balance 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: Akpan-Nya, Alexandra Emem
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Is WHITE cool and silky?
Is white cold and hard?
Does it take pride in its purity or crave to be some other hue?
Trapped in woolly water as it floats in the sky, does it dream?
Does it exist solely to give light to others?
It may seem unfriendly, but I think white is very lonely.
Perhaps it longs to be a little less stark.
Maybe, just maybe, it wants to be dark. 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
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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My mind is like shattered glass
I lie on thorns as soft and green as field grass
My soul is like a scrambled puzzle
It would have killed me had it not worn a muzzle Continue reading