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kolawole-zainab
20/F/Nigeria I love poetry so much because poetry is life / I write to express not to impress / Writing is my habit
All that liveth shall cease to exist All that newest shall growst old All that futures, shall cometh to pasts All that reapeth, long ago has been sowed All that glories shall become stories All that troubles, shall cease to be worries All moments liveth shall be memories All that we do, maketh us and nobody else
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
Existence
Mathematicians say, ZERO has no value For ZERO and TWO is TWO But TWO and ZERO is TWENTY The value of ZERO makes TWO plenty Thus, their opinions about ZERO is not true Mathematicians say, you ADD to increase figures But FOUR plus ZERO equals FOUR not FOURS Life adds each new day to everyday Yet, noone knows the result of the next day Noone knows what future holds for us Mathematicians say, you SUBTRACT to know your age But noone knows his/her death age Perhaps, subtract death from life, moon from sun Each year, we subtract ONE and also plus ONE Each year, heaven subtract your roles from life's stage Mathematicians say, study your MULTIPLICATION TABLE But in life, some couples have not been able To multiply but look up to God for miracles The multiplication tables we were taught in schools Work for few conditions but not stable Mathematicians say, DIVIDE both sides by coefficient of 'Y' To get the result and know the actual value of'Y' But'WHY' are some people tall while some are short? When it is sunny,'WHY' is the weather always hot? Some people are rich while some people are poor,'WHY??????'
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
Mathematics In Poetry
Check the holy books you preached many And swear you haven't breached any Cogitate the words spilled from your tongue If truly they could manifest for lifelong Feel the air you inhale,If truly you merit breathing Look into the mirror,If sincerely you deserve seeing Walk in the darkness to find your way If your pious heart lead not the helpless astray Pray death never meet your deadly deeds For the innocents will reap your soiled seeds Anticipate the leader of the dead bands Inhumed in the open caskets with your hands Footprints shall reveal the paths legs treaded Time shall tell when death killed the dead
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
Sinful Saints
Heavenly downpour is here To wash away every fear, Cleanse the impure souls And actualize unachievable goals Heavenly downpour is here To make the leaves and flowers Bloom by her superpowers; The birds dance happily and stare Heavenly downpour is here To carry the burdens we couldn't bear; Enthrone the gloomy slaves And enliven corpses in the graves Heavenly downpour is here To drown faithless failures and sins And celebrate the lasting wins To prove that she truly care Heavenly downpour is here To announce another harvest year; Farmers till and toil the land, Hoping for bountiful harvest as planned The cloud cackles and tickles As she sent down her blessings To the deserted earth in trickles Touching the trees by caressings Children play hide and seek Both the strong and the weak; The pitapats of hails on the roofs Invigorate homes to sing and hoofs Couples savour the blissful breeze, The scented moment drew their lips As their hearts and mouths freeze, Holding hands and waists in grips
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
Heavenly Downpour
I watch the stars everynight I love their beautiful sight They shine so brightly in the sky As I marvelled their numbers in the sky So tiny,yet full of might And an alluring sight I tried to count them oneday And thought there is no way For the sky has no end And could neither be touched nor bend They all appear so little and new For the only stars I knew Were situated in the sky They sat nicely up high I moved from place to place Looking at them on the face
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
THE STAR
The crow of the **** Declared the beautiful day And christmas made way Written through the air like Brighton rock People got up early from bed And their hearts filled with joys Both girls and boys All in white and red I could feel the sensations Of christmas in the air And the music pleasant to the ear With jubilations and celebrations I could see christmas in people's outfits The christmas sent a ripple Of excitement through the people With best shoes on their feets I could see everywhere Chickens dancing in the hot oil While some were swimming to boil And flies humming everywhere The hearts spread love on christmas Gifts were exchanged with one faith To share happiness and celebrate Wishing themselves "A happy christmas
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
HAPPY CHRISTMAS
How could I show the blind how beautiful the world is? How could I express to the deaf how melodious a song is? How could I show the world the scars in my heart?
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
PUZZLE
Yesterday had gone Many souls were born Lo!show some pity On those children whose lives are empty And lack enough training They suffer proper upbringing Many children are out of schools Roaming on the streets with no shoes They rise and fall with the sun Futuristic daughters and son They spend their lifetime on the highway Running after vehicles to sell everyday Some had lost legs and arms While many beg for alms Noone to cater for their basic needs What a hopeful but helpless kids! Those children are the unknown tomorrow That could save a nation from sorrow My eyes poured a river of tears When noone cares
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
THE UNKNOWN TOMORROW
Father is no more Mother is no more Fake sympathizers everywhere With empty promises to be always there Claiming to overtake father's position To offer best advices and proffer solution They promised to perform mother's responsibilities To their best capabilities They promised to be faraway not To untie every life's knot They claimed to be the new parents And should be seen as Godsents It was barely a full moon And everybody disappear so soon They were no where to be found How crazy it sound! Properties were seized by the fearless family member He will oneday join the dead,he couldn't remember Education stopped while business don't grow further For noone to take it farther His shame and downfall was the wishes Of beneficiaries of his parent's riches The basic needs could no longer be satisfied As the orphan thought and cried Life seem lifeless and scattered Dreams and aspirations became shattered The orphan was frustrated and hopeless For everyone proved to be helpless He embraced depression as a favourite food For happiness is bad and sadness is good He chose suicide as the best option And the possible solution
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
THE ORPHAN
If poverty is a man I would crush it to death I hate to see stressed sweats On faceless faces of man Whose struggles has become food And endless hustles with no good Unhappiness is like a tasteless tea For happy hearts, it is not a delight Yet,sorrowful soul embrace it day and night Eventhough,their dreams are empty How can a mouth that hardly touch food be happy? Or how can a soul dressed in rag be happy? Poor people hardly remember tomorrow But the survival of today A soul that tasted happiness everyday Will not wish for sorrow For poor people, life is like a hell But left with no option, in it they dwell Their mind is full of echoes of silent screams But noone respond to their cries They call it pretences and lies And life built on empty dreams Make poor people happy where they reside Save sorrowful soul save suicide If I possess power to **** poverty I would do so without delay I wish to help many souls in my own little way And save people whose lives are empty For a helpless soul is a dangerous snake That could put a nation at stake How could you understand how they feel? When you toy with their emotions And neither give them comforts nor solutions How could you believe their story is real? When you call it pretences and lies And turn deaf ears and blind eyes How can a soul wear poverty garment? In a democratic states of elites And feel helpless with an unprotected rights Yet,we claim good government What a wicked world! This has gone beyond a mere world
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
POVERTY
If poverty is a man I would crush it to death I hate to see stressed sweats On faceless faces of man Whose struggles has become food And endless hustles with no good Unhappiness is like a tasteless tea For happy hearts, it is not a delight Yet,sorrowful soul embrace it day and night Eventhough,their dreams are empty How can a mouth that hardly touch food be happy? Or how can a soul dressed in rag be happy? Poor people hardly remember tomorrow But the survival of today A soul that tasted happiness everyday Will not wish for sorrow For poor people, life is like a hell But left with no option, in it they dwell Their mind is full of echoes of silent screams But noone respond to their cries They call it pretences and lies And life built on empty dreams Make poor people happy where they reside Save sorrowful soul save suicide If I possess power to **** poverty I would do so without delay I wish to help many souls in my own little way And save people whose lives are empty For a helpless soul is a dangerous snake That could put a nation at stake How could you understand how they feel? When you toy with their emotions And neither give them comforts nor solutions How could you believe their story is real? When you call it pretences and lies And turn deaf ears and blind eyes How can a soul wear poverty garment? In a democratic states of elites And feel helpless with an unprotected rights Yet,we claim good government What a wicked world! This has gone beyond a mere world
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