when
will my heart
understand
that i am not
living in a book?

that when
i fall
for someone
in a relationship
or
for someone
i can't have

that there isn't
the slightest chance
i end up
with them


when
will my heart learn?

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.

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

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

my fingers
are dancing
over the keys
playing songs
on their own

while
my thoughts
are
with you

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.!!.