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THE DEAD, Poetry by Lekan Malik

Genre: Society

THE DEAD

Oh callous generation
That would not even allow the dead to rest peacefully
In there sweet dark grave.
Now, they party on us,
They sit on us to gossip.
Our graves are now meeting places
For secret lovers, even at nights, without fear
Their children now excrete on our dusty faces
And also quench our thirst with their acidic urine.
They cover us with their stinky rags
And also lampooned our epitaphs.
They show us no respect, no fear.
They don’t pay us homage again.
Our protection don’t count anymore
Yet, they call us wastes.
We too have silent talks down here
But they distract us by throwing phlegm.
They turn our graves into beds
By spreading their bed bug infested mattresses.
They brood and fart expressly into our decayed mouths.
This age evicts us anyhow
As they greedily exhume us
And transfer us from grave to grave.
Or leave us there
For the government to lay roads like mats
For their vehicles
To accelerate on our decomposed bellies.

(C) Lekan Malik

 

 

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Our World, Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Genre: Society

Our World by Roderick Dupree

Looking left all my brothers turned thugs

Looking right my sisters sexing for love

Look up praying for change amongst us

Look down hoping the message was received from above

I see the same problems everyday

Violence

Envy

Gossip

Hate

A boy being a man before understanding his own way

A girl being a woman for confidence outside her doorway

Equals another soul taken before their birthday

I’ve seen days darken in the time of sunshine

I’ve seen dreams disappear at a point in time

Leaders promising followers a sure prize

Reality hitting followers with a surprise

Call upon the protect and serve to survive

Protect our rights when they decide

Serve our calling in disguise

Crucified for looking guilty because of my roots history

Only God can judge me but the gavel says differently

The circle of death continues

Different people

Same murders

New venues

Everyday life of new issues

Same book

Different chapters

Never ending sequels

Dreams of our world being saved

For staged opportunities for change

As we all once prayed

Living life through venegenance

As redemption feeds our heart engine’s

We want change

But never in attendance

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When, Poetry by Abdulkadir Abdulrahim

Genre: Relationship

 
When
 

We have been waiting,
Since when we know nothing
When we cannot even figure out what is wrong,
When we did not know whom to sue.

We have being waiting,
Watching and wondering…
About when are we going to change
And when is the game going to be over.

We kept quite
Seeing innocents’ life being quitted.
Seeing our children becoming orphan,
Also our young women becoming widow.

We kept quite
Closely end our finger as we bite.
Tolerating misconduct in the society,
As the government say nothing.

Please tell me…

When are we going to inhale the fresh air?
When are we going to stop having nightmare?
When are going stop seeing our vanished innocent brothers?

We lived under the umbrella of brotherhood
Different religion, different culture.
Rich and poor as well.

Yet nor peace alive,
Oh we need some ease,
Please let us breathe,
Please, please.
…please

Copyright Abdulkadir Abdulrahim 
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(Little joy- eternal joy), Poetry by Inna Aomi Sumi

Genre-lyric poem

(Little joy- eternal joy) by Inna Aomi Sumi

Find your glory littliest soul
Fill up your senses with these splendor
In every heartbeat of yours
When you do,seal it to eternity
For when you are old and weary
Incarcerated by emotions
You will find great delight in these, the greatest joy your soul can cherish~
For life is fleeting & frailty will knock your door soon
But, little one
Don’t let your dream escape
Like a curdled cloud
Lock it in your heart
Nurture your dream
Keep your glory alive
For when you’re old and weary
Sailing in the wildernesses
Consuming the air of perplexity
They will be your hope
They will regenerate your dream
Young and lively once again~
Like the first return of joyful spring after harsh winter~
You will find happiness once again~
Tis my thoughts for you~
Till then littliest soul~
Find a reason to smile everyday without holding
Back~

 

 

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The Art of Living Life, Poetry by Marie Catalan

Genre: Society

The Art of Living Life by Marie Catalan

Hear me

Feel me

Nobody sees me

Tired
Lonely
People all around me
Tap tap tap away on their little screens
Forced laugh
Silly things
No talk but whispering
Everybody’s online
Posting
Liking
Not really living

All just a show

All just simulating

Strange attachments to little things

Scrolling and meandering

Look up

Breathe and taste the sky
There’s so much more
Than comments and likes

Feel the world

Take your time
Somehow we’ll learn
The Art of Living Life

 

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Rest in Peace, Nirbhaya. We will not, Poetry by Sinjini Sengupta

Genre: Relationship

Rest in Peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.by Sinjini Sengupta
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I can’t say why –
But have you not noticed too?
That,
Decembers…
These days..
They got colder
Colder than before
Colder than ever
colder in a different way?
It is a chill of another kind –
Oh, it is! It is!
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It pierces through you in your sleep
It travels down your spine;
It makes you feel angry
and helpless,
Beyond, words can reach.
You shudder and you thank,
Because you are alive,
and because you could die!
And you cannot decide
To be selfish or to cry?
Or to turn your neck aside
And pretend it’s still all well?
Perhaps, you can’t think any more
Oh, so do I!
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But you cannot but still wonder
What if she never became
That legend, that name,
That crusader, as they say!
But then, she would still be
Sipping into hot coffee
On a chilly winter night
With friends, or just like that!
As her Mom would
Perhaps,
Rub coconut oil to her hair
Or complain, like ours do,
When she’d get home late again!
Oh, trust her when she says,
She never asked for a new name!
But then, we gave her one!
So that we don’t forget.
That –
We could still not decide
And,
Still not find our way!
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“Rest in peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.”
(In remembrance, Jyoti Singh Pandey.)
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THE WORLD’S GONE MAD, Poetry by Kevin Short

Genre: Life, Society

THE WORLD’S GONE MAD by Kevin Short

THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
AS MAD AS HATTERS
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
ITS ALL IN TATTERS
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
BATS IN THE BELFRY
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
NOT EVEN HEALTHY
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
IT’S OH SO SAD
AND OH, WOE AM I
ITS TIME TO DO OR DIE

THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
BUT WE CAN CHANGE IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
WE’LL REARRANGE IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
YES, WE CAN BEAT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
WE CAN DEFEAT IT
WE’LL ALL GO MAD
RAVING MAD
WE’LL ALL GET CERTIFIED
AND OH, WOE BETIDE

THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
COME ON AND SHOUT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
READ ALL ABOUT IT
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
ITS WACKADOODLE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
MAD IN THE NOODLE
THE WORLD’S GONE MAD
SO LET’S GO MAD
AND OH, WOE BETIDE
NOBODY WILL SURVIVE!

 

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The world is a stage, Poetry by Kila Price

Genre: Life

The world is a stage by Kila Price

The world is a stage
And we, the performers.
Acting out our lives for unknown powers. Presenting ourselves to beings of wonder.
As the lights shine on us, we find ourselves in states of splendor.
But the stage is small.
And the performers grow. But one would think to continue the show
for the dark and unknown.
A show that could win an award if working together, divides and elongates for the desire for stardom.
We break our bonds of friendship, no longer united, shed blood, sparing one another still undecided. And we sprawl. We sprawl. To be applauded. Little do we know its what the unknown always wanted.

 

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3 SONS, Poetry by Natalia Mwananshiku

Genre: Race and Love

3 SONS by Natalia Mwananshiku

She looked like a nightmare yearning to be a dream 
The sun was her lover 
The moon Her mother 
Her voice sounded like a millions deaths 
Her skin was the colour of soil 
Beneath the stars 
Hid away from the moon
Her back pressed against the dirt
She planted her feet into the ground 
Her breasts pointed towards the sky 
She would place her
Cold fingertips 
Upon a warm clitoras 
And they would dance
Her body rattled 
She would end up face down 
Hips up 
The sun burning her crotch 
Men would walk by and stare 
A woman wearing her body so freely 
Unashamed of her breasts 
Her buttocks
She clothed herself in loose fitting fabric 
Her naval sitting on a flashy stomach 
Would be left out to tease the sun 
And he would burn 
Burn with rage jealousy and love 
He would hide behind clouds 
As though hoping she wouldn't see him 
Her children had eyes that held fire
Melanated Skin that absorbed the sun 
They're skin was like the night sky 
Dark 
Yet it glowed 
She had pushed for eight hours 
Fire burning in her womb
Fluid pouring from her vagina 
Watering the garden 
Each son falling into a bed of roses 
Three 
Sons
Of the sun 
 
 
Grew like Shaka
Tall dark and broad 
Spoke like Williams 
Thought like kings 
In a world full of boys 
Who 
Grew like Shaka 
Thought like Rhodes 
And Spoke Like rapists 

 

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Sex At It’s Finest, Poetry by HonestlyFrank

Genre: Sex, Spirituality, Commitment, Hope, Inspirational, Love, and Temptaion.

Sex At It’s Finest by HonestlyFrank 
 
This could all be so simple we could just go that far to the point of no 
return, because the damage would be done. The horripilation is so surreal. 
We haven’t done it before, but I can imagine what that scene would look 
like. Let’s take a moment to picture our lips gliding softly against each other 
as smooth as silk, your hands caressing my body which is as soft as rose 
petals, my nails digging into your back carving every truth in that timing of 
pleasure, your pelvis conjoining with mine, and from there you sliding in on 
my island, and in that final thrust we’ve just reached the peak of my 
mountain. All of these thoughts came to mind just with the thought of you. I 
want you deeper though, I want to feel you in my soul even when you’re 
not in my presence. This has to be like no other. So instead make all of 
that physical love to my mind, know my ins and outs, every second on this 
earth with me counts. I know I’m more than what meets the eyes, so are 
you. Get deeper in me climax my heart with the choice to wait. Let’s wait til 
all of this makes sense, let’s wait until the physical sounds of our moans 
are just the rainfall in a desert, this has to be blessed so we can’t allow 
ourselves to make a mess.-HonestlyFrank 

 

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