Bill Ivans & Brenda Martha - Two-Faced Nature Thorns abound amongst roses.They prick our fingers, spilling red blood andLeave it swollen for days - with pus.Still, we say "bed of roses" to mean the...
Iron is his hand Brutal is the fangIn the spirit of democracy We found our unityTo exterminate the reign of terrorHe was deposed with Satyagraha. Adieu to three decades of tyrannyBashir is finally bashed!
iAmEmmanuel – 13 Minutes To Sunset; Say love is an irony;Of things never to be forgotten;Of smiles never to be shut;Of happiness never to be quenched.Say love is anything beautifully wrecked.
Bill Ivans - LOST in the TIDES; It's midnight and I don't hearthe footsteps of Pa climbing the stairs. The thuds of wooden bootsAnd the scent of rubber...
Beyond The Rails - Poem by Bill Ivans; We are dead!We lived, so long agothat we inherited fields where glory dwelled.But now we lie. We lie as victims of perpetual sluggishness.
Despondent Sirens - Poem By Bill Ivans Last night the siren came;It was sister’s bodyLying cold in fresh red blood. The old brown ceiling hung low,Begging a view of the...
Read Agony Of A Deserted Lover(1) HERE What?You decayed with the supper I had When I awaited your presence to dice what mattered.The distance became longerWhen we kept mute over those little things.
Grey Matter - Poem By Bill Ivans These bodies are all citiesbounded by territories of prideAnd deception,Shielding insecurities from the rest of the world –Internally corrupt with broken fabric and slack...
Priceless Price – Poem By Solomon Temitope The price for our victoryShall be an impresa in history.Though very expensive, still, we toil to achieve. This land is richBut desecrated by men...
That diadem I will be, the one that mutely speaks of your kingship,Not the ones made with stones of Jasper and sapphireBut more precious stones of virtues that speak your royalty.I'll be the carriage that puts your...
This poem beginsNot in the daylightor on beautiful morningswhen larkssing and crickets chirp sounds like jazz music,Not when there's a rainbow and the sky is beautiful. This poem begins at midnightWith the screech of...
He came knocking in the middle of the night,Hovering over the soul With a bulging eye like that of an owl –My heart left in fright. Looming over the failing heart,Doffing his lifeless...
A Night Without The Moon – Poem by Akinbola (K)hadijat When the stars were obstinate And the lightnings were overbearing;When the waves were ecstaticAt the detriment of my life;When the sun became fieryAnd set...
Home;An embodiment of scary things –Like lies structured as the truth;Like violence tucked into the chest pocket of a 5-year-old boy;Like fear painted on the face of anything beautiful;Like silence planted on the tongue of a voice.
You're Reading; Road To Nowhere - Poem By Bill Ivans Gbafore. Before you embark on the journey to depression: One day, I fear war will be the only...
The leaves on the trees are patched upIn the heart of the woods, my Soul is buried Because the birds that croak Pushes frogs to the walls of inferiority. Everyone is quiet except my...
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