What if!!..
What if I saw her, liked her and ask her out?,🤔
What if she accepted?.👭
What if I started falling inlove💏 with her and I propose to her?,🤨🤪
What if she accepted 🎉🥂 and I gave her a Ring 💍?.
What if we aproched the altar and both said" yes I do"?👰🤵
What if we lived happily ever after and had two kids?, 👨👩👧👦
What if we never meant,🤔
I won't have even liked her in the first place not even asking her out🤨.
Then she would have no reason to accept, or we, falling inlove.
I won't have proposed to her or given her a Ring 💍,
They will be no reason to aproching the Altar .
They will be no happily ever after together, or together making kids .
What if this life is just a think?.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:42 AM UTC
Another man down in my area 😔😢
You can never trust SARS with a gun
The difference is not really much
They are armed robbers on Government uniform.
They are not out for our safety
They're only trying to extort us
But what kind of country do we live in?🤔
The government are not saying anything
Not until it involves their families.😠
It so sad!
So many dreams cut short
Because of one gunshot
How can your first check point
Be your last bus stop?.😒
Let us join hands to fight back
So as to win this combat
Let end police brutality
Let end SARS in Nigeria
Rest in peace to the young lads💐💐💐
#Endpolicebrutality
#EndSars
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
If I die,
Don't bid me farewell,
Box me up,
Put a pen beside me
And send me home.
When I die,
Do not lament for long
Publish my poems
So my audience will continue to be Happy.
Tell my mom not to mourn
Though am dead,
I still live within the lines of my poems,
Then the world will know you have done well.
When I get to heaven,
I will proudly show the pen to my creator
And ask him to bless the pen
With the ink that never dies
For the love of poetry.
If I die don't cry over me,
Gather your tears
As much as you can,
Then pour it on the little seeds of poetry I have planted;
If only they are sincere
They will save poetry from dying
Do these to show you truly care.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
Life is poetic in nature
Each generation is an embodiment of poetry
To the extent that her actions, words and manners of living are artistic revelation of the mystery of poetry
Through the careful crafting of words and weaving of human emotions using human language.
That may sound sweeping,
It is true that this generation has produced quite a lot of poetry
A generation that is controversially regarded as the third generation of poets.
In this generation, poetry is no longer regarded as an exclusive reserve of a coterie of experts as it was in the days of #soyinka and early #okigbo,
When poetry was meant only for fellow poet.
Studying poetry in school then,
Gave them the impression that poetry was a difficult #Genre.
This generation in contrast to the obscurantist and hermetic brand of poetry,
Had taken the language of poetry, the diction of figurative expression,
To the market-place, to the popular daily press even,
To use the words of#Biodun jeyifo.
This is evidently a response as it addresses the socio-political pressure of the society.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
I have been thinking!😔
I don't really know what to write about this Virus.
It was first found in China,
Now the whole world is hiding.
Our streets are now like the shadow of its own self.
Our stores are empty,
Those that are full,
No buyers.
You think it's funny?!!,
What about our right,
To buy and sale,
Even to live?.
The Government are lying
Tryt to keep us luckdown
They don't have the cure
But try to keep us clam in silent.
Now every body is dying,
You Know it for real.
No vaccine, no medication,
So I think it time to pray to God,
Because we can't rely on science anymore
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
A poem is a song sung aloud
With the mouth shut.
A poem is a song sung from the heart
To heal the soul.
A poem is a drum
Beat till it matches the heart beat.
So, a poet is what our world needs,
A poet with a poem
That will make the soul run out with tears
For what is poetry if the audience walks out without tears.
#stay_safe
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
With things gone too far,
Even to the stage of death.
Holding the solution in her hand,
Slowly dancing with the potion,
With tears running down her face
As she go through the motion.
It's a self sacrifice,
Hoping the gate of love will remine open
Ready to give her life for her love,
Ready to raise above her pains
Puting an end to all the pain ,
Is all she's hoping it's does.
All for her kind of love.!!.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
The kind of love.!!
Two lover stars cross,
So much in love,
But their love can't be accurate.
With families being sworn enemies,
Them being in love just add to it.
It an ongoing fight
About who is wrong or right.
But they forgot that two wrong can't make a right.
Sharing a love strong enough to die and **** for,
The kind of love everyone should try to live for
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
My effort to live is as good as my fear to die
My strength is weaken by the weight of the world
I give all but receive nothing.
Like a wrestler,
I show all my strength and talent.
They notice not, for all they want is just the satisfaction of their eyes.
I live to die even for the things am not supposed to die for.
I live in the mist of nothing trying to pleased them, now am as nothing as them.
The corpse whom I am is been taken to and fro by the waves of my land to a no destination.
Am beginning to rot and smell in the heart of those i loved with all my heart.
To them, am just but a living corpse.
Like a carcass in the mist of vultures,
Here I am in the mist of faith and religions of land,
Full deceit and evil.
Like a beautiful garden full of roses and lilies,
But beneath, I am that rotten worms and corpse that bring out it glories.
Never have I been notice
Because to all I live no more,
But my strength and talent they always required.
Here I am, today as a breathing corpse.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Oh My fathers land,
On d northern parts and hills,
Our soldiers are killed!,
The bravest of our soldiers,
Fall asleep in death,
The bodies of our brave soldiers,
Lie in disgrace,
No longer polished with honor!.
Our dedicated young men,
Who gave their lives ,
For the peace of the land.
How wonderful and dear was their service,
Together, they stood in life,
Together they fled in death!,
All for our dear father land!..
Oh, woman!,
Mourn for them
For they gave up their today,
To better your tomorrow.
Daughters of our land, lament!,
For you will see them no more!.
For they sleep for you to remine awake.
How wonderful was their love for us,
Better than the love of a mother for her child ,
Next to that of God.
Oh brave men of our land,
Remine asleep,
For you will fall on more!..
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC