League Day 15, Round 5 – LOW18


Welcome to the fifth round of league Day 15 – final league Day for LOW18.

League Of Wordsmiths is an initiative of Whyke Anthology which began last year. Serving as a means of promoting poetry, story writing…and art as a whole, across Africa, whilst also serving as an aid for young, budding, aspiring…writers in the African diaspora.

This round is for the poetry category and would see Aremo Jah, Adeyemi Tunmise, and Dipe Jola Slugging things out for the prize.

Theme For This Round is: LASTING SMILES


1) Judges Decision takes 80% of the total decision, while votes recorded from voters takes 20% of the total decision.

2) Under no circumstance should you guess the owner of the individual stories.

3) Voting lasts for 24hours.

4) Only Votes recorded in the comment section of this post remains valid.

5) Vote using “I Vote poem 1”, or “I Vote poem 2” or “I Vote poem 3”…

6) A voter is allowed to vote maximum of 2 poems out of the 3 contesting poems .

7) The contestants are urged to invite friends to vote for them. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

Let The Game Begin!… May the best story win.

Poem 1

First come, first serve
That’s the law of humans
When holding pen to write beautiful story on another man’s face.
We eat where we work
But that may not be the solution to solve some equations
Sometimes you have to photocopy yourself
And keep original copy at home.
Whoever eats last eats best
Because there will be a thousand smiles on his cheeks
Different colours of smile would he wear on his face.
Whoever dances first will sit last
But whoever smiles first can smile last
If he knows how to make himself happy.
Self happiness is the key to lasting smile.

Poem 2
Lasting Smiles.

We have learnt that
Strength is defined by how opaque our masks are,
So we live under the illusion
That we will be fine.
But then,the fire keeps burning,
Flames ever scalding
And its ashes painting
Gruesome imageries.

We run with no toes,
Dance with no feet
And give toothless smiles.
Just because mother
Taught us to stifle our pains
Till we choke,
We became humans
With no hearts
Stabbing the few with hearts
Till they became ruthless
Like us.

Tattoos becoming scars,
Velvet skins turning shards
With embers of love
Fanning hatred.
But we sink in the mirage
That all will be well
Even when we are the
Keepers of hell.
And we are expected to keep
Plastered smiles.

Life is a scorpion that stings
But refuse killing us.
So many live with dead bodies_
You hear their laughter
But beneath are
Anguishing screams.
If only man can smile
With no pains in mask,
If only happiness can
Be a word without doom
As its companion.
Can man ever be at rest
Till he is laid to rest?
Maybe we ponder on this.

Poem 3
Lasting Smiles

The night is asleep,
Our faces has become bioluminescent
Like fireflies,
Our smiles has become diurnal
Like butterflies,
Our mouths sings beautiful songs
Of Nightingales,
We are unhooking from this pain
Bit by bit.

And here we are,
Writhing our faces into sweet harmonies
Of youthful experiences,
Compressing our teary expressions into
Songs of victory after all,
Overcoming our fears as the glistening
Part of us gleams,
Lightening our visage even when the
Tide turns threats to living,
Disposing our heart aches through
Little sparks on our faces.

We are dark tremors shaking existence
Yet our tongues hold praises to the Lord.

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