Thursday, March 30, 2017

Poems

Delicious, soul-soothing, and thought-provoking words are birthed here.

“GOLDFINCH” by John L. Stanizzi

GOLDFINCH October 20 2016 Backyard 393 Ripley Hill Road Coventry Rain – and then rain – and then even more rain, sound softened by the thick layer of leaves, brown and...

“Of Aleppo’s Zip Code” by Chinaecherem Michael Obor

Of Aleppo’s Zip Code   for the little suns setting in Aleppo   "son, before you left we still had memories of me boring you with a botched English...

“Settings” by Ejiro Edward

SETTINGS   You lay awake from dawn to Dusk What are you searching for? You remember the thrust of a lover And your small born child Blown into pieces. You taste your...

“untitled” poem by Justice Gift Ogochukwu

untitled   -to Omawumi   my love for you has grown into an apple in my throat but i have to hide the swollenness with a white muffler i...

“Gather Your Descendants” by Hussaina Sufyan Ahmed

Gather Your Descendants   O you Saint vulture Companion of the carcass Staring at the child Breathing peacefully on the soil Perch not on the pretty flesh But gather your descendants Fly...

“We also have souls” by Esi Mensimah Eghan

We also have souls   Dust spray surrounded us, cries flowed around us The thudding became louder so the noises were clearer Mama and I came out of...

“Human” by Gabriel Etim

Human   The queue here Has always been The hedge lining Governors Lounge Though the flies here Never have butter to it. That the man closes the door Doesn’t mean he keeps secret He...

“They Know Not What They Do” by Neil Creighton

THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO   Joseph's brothers threw him down a well then sold him as a slave, yet when he held them in his power he...

“Contrey-Man I” by OsyMizpah Unuevho

Contrey-Man I   ...why me… now I understand why against the mob / for the victim my contrey-man won't do anything because he said to me: "why me? person for mob hand na useless meat; even...

“Echoes at Idoto” by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

ECHOES AT IDOTO for chris and us all   suddenly fields grow as sounds bellow verses echo okigbo's chants no longer will collected thoughts stop at few pages for a lengthening grows from idoto's...
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