Dear readers, It has been a long time since I dropped a post on my blog. This is due to an acute lack of inspiration and several other reasons, but after much thought I decided to revive my blog. During this period of seeming dormancy, I discovered that my pen was kissed by a bat… Continue reading Welcome Back Post…Lol.
She covers the earth in elegance and is satisfied with sleeping outside because the sun is her intoxication and the rain is her wine. She drinks to the fullest and imitates the colours of her parents but maybe not effectively. Baby steps will become adult leaps. She shines and pulls strangers from afar into her perfumed embrace. Her elegance may… Continue reading GUESS WHO.
Writing about poetry is tedious Unless you are studious, Brave enough, Or even though Poems about poems seem cheeky Or even tricky And to say the least, They become a word feast Of rhyming verses That trick your senses Into unconsciously believing They have a meaning When in reality They lack profundity. … Continue reading A Poem About Writing Poems.
I could write you a sonnet But you would not see The beauty hidden In fourteen lines Of delicately laid words And breathtaking expressions On a perfumed paper That was brave enough To carry my bleeding heart In its feather-like hands And so, for this very reason, I will lay down my pen after carving The thirteenth line. -By… Continue reading A SONNET, LESS ONE.
It’s midnight without you Summer came without you Rains fell without you For a while, I felt blue I used to wonder If I would grow asunder A few times I drowned apple cider But the pen was tender And so my lungs did not flop, My mind did not stop, My kidneys did not… Continue reading Without You.
Poetry is laying My soul bare On fragile sheets. Poetry is emptying My reservoir With just ink. Poetry is sharing My worries With you. Poetry is tearing away Fear from My soul. Poetry is dropping Letters in My footprints. -By Ruth C. Odikaesieme Today is world poetry day. Happy world… Continue reading POETRY IS