Emotions on Sunset

#poetry#AfricanChildhoodMemories. #ChildhoodinAfrica The visions of childhood Memories of young age When we longed for rainfall To smell the grass on all fours, Our mothers screamed from within the walls, The dread of dinner call, Our hearts broken that our play had stopped, Longing for sunset again like the day before, The night separates the joy we felt, Sunrise departs and Our souls once again met, Beaming smiles like evening sun, Our chuckles lined like no day had gone, A motif driven by s...

AFRICA'S SEEDS

#poetry #UntangleAfrica #Playingmypart Africa is imprisoned, The great mother restrained. Forced to speak in the mind of a foreigner, Her own offspring mislead. The conqueror divided, What plunder he obtained, Pinned to the ground with foreign flags, She looked on with disdain. Africa's home is ruined, Her hut burnt down, She watched her very own, Steal and rob and sold her soul. She cried to the wind and gave her all, While her sons sold brothers in war, Africa stood at the shore and wept, T...

Sow me and watch me Grow

Lay me down and let me be. Free from the strife and from the toil. Years I watched them grow, shooting like vines up a brick wall, Now my time has come, plant me in earth and let me grow. Lay me down and release my soul. Unburden my spirit from the bond we shared; our journey over time and space, Our traverse of the earth's green face. Upon one time I saw my father's hands grafted within a baobab in the southern desert, Then again, I saw my mother's voice tangled amongst a river bank flourishin...

I Am; You

#poetry I'm anywhere and everywhere Anyone and Everyone I am the fruition of your deepest imagination The paragon of your desires I am You when you are low And Beside you when you are at high I am the breeze you feel at the tip of your bossom when you stand unclad at the edge of the bridge facing the sunrise I am the pulsation of pleasure coursing through your veins I am the ember that lights the spark, fueling the desire to pursue your goals I am ever present Not seen, but within I am your true...

SMILE

#poetryI believe the simplest things in life are the most beautiful. Consider a smile. Involves an action of lifting the lips and revealing the teeth. Expressing to another the message of hope and peace. A smile is like the sunshine in the morning, like vitamins that nourish our bones. A smile is like the smell of home after a long journey on road. A smile is like the warm embrace of a father on a rainy day; like a mother's kiss. A smile is like the comfort of a brother in the lowest of moments...

ENIGMA

#poetry I'm nothing; invisible. Threading where shadows dread, I am no one. No name, no face, no voice. An enigma! Constantly existing, in-between the fabrics of existence. I live like you and dine with you. I wait on you and need the same as you do. My skin painted same as yours, yet I'm unseen by all. I'm like air in a barn. Like the stench of rust metal on a dry brick wall. I'm like a rainy day without rain. Like sunrise without sunshine. Air without flow, dense, and unable to grow. Do not i...

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The Rain Dance

#poetry #AfricaMusicUnbound Poem #WatersofAfricaPoem I've journeyed to the Nile and drank from its banks. I've walked the plains of the Sahara and basking I it's euphoria; the wonders of a world within a world. Deep in the heart of the Savannah, past the scorch of the plains. Over the rocks overlooking Nubia's ancient treasurery. In a land of beauty and grain lies a story never to be told in vain. A nation adorned by the ocean, they live and dine in concord with the flows. Accompanied with tun...

Sunset

The bid of farewell to be seen another day. A Ray of hope to be looked on without dismay. The sunset is a moment to live beyond the day, transcending into lovely golden red.

NIRCLE THANKS

NircleSuperThanks Poetry has always been part and parcel of me. Nircle opened an avenue to express this part of me even more.

Catch a glimpse so bovine

#Poetrylove Catch a glimpse so bovine. She's quiet and heralds many treasures. Her beauty seen only by them who listen above the chaos and strife Life, wind and love. Breathe in the sensation of the earth. Feel her gentle touch. Her elegance unparalleled, no fantasies can revolt. Dream to kiss the sky, to feel the reason behind nature's blue light! Float along with the clouds, singing into the breeze and feeling nothing but peace. Sit with the rocks, clefting dearly to the wisdom of joy, unsha...

Poetry

#poetrylove Poetry! A tool of realisation. Nature's gift of warmth and peace, delivered through sort out speech and scripted beats. poetry! Few words define what countless minds fathom. Poetry! A doorway into a world where limits are void. Poetry! A rhythm of the heart , vibration of the correlation of both soul and mind. Poetry! The space through which beauty never fades. Though a thousand nations fall at the sword, and destitution creeps into the world yet gentle words of the soul still asse...

THE BALANCE

#Photography Contrast! The divide!

NEW HOPE

#poetry When hope is fading and the light dying; resentment sets in and faint colour the heart. when no one looks twice before they step on your grey line. Heart divides in many ways, many different forms. New hope must be born. New strength to hold on; to not fall until we can touch the sun. And even when the sun is beyond our pained grasp, when our cut-up palms can not feel its adulation embrace, the moon at least we touch. She is gentle and kind. and soft. Her nature will bring healing to...

#NircleStories A lonly Tuesday night A dead melancholy ambience greets all coming through :Irky walls I'm walking down the patched street lanes Dense of quiet An open field "The Grand NOIR" Pulled out the polymer card I was given That you could almost feel,taste,the eyes of the dwellers of the in between crawling on your skin from amidst the trees A few steps further, and I reach into my coat pocket Snivelling from right to left l reckoned turning back whence I came Where the sky is ber...

#poetry Vague dreams. Vague memories of mystic streams. Some darkness in-between, some things that I've not seen. The trees are hollowed, they bend in to hear my thoughts. I don't see why I shouldn't scream. I try to move, the grasses hold me, I try to wake up but they are straining, I can not breathe! Hold tight. Lead me with your light. Those bright eyes ever saw where I was wrong. A place where I once knew; a place where I once grew. A place where time's still and days aren't counting right ...

HOURGLASS Consider the hourglass, a tool of constraint. With every fallen grain, a lifetime gone. That which is poured can not be retrieved. The glass, lucid and pure, a gateway into the mind. The eyes unseen, where ghosts are held dear and moments last forever. The hour glass counts and kills. The creator's tool to define. None more powerful than it, a transcendent of all life revealing, herald of seasons and tears. Custodian of Joy and War. Like the hourglass, he sits still. Pouring through...

#Irony The webs of darkness, sunken beneath a never-ending hollow of regret and pain. Pain seems delectable and sadness nourishing. Like a lonely buck, he stands. His strengths unseen, only what he lacks revealed. He has lost all hopes, and faith becomes a paradox. In the midst of the pain, when the regret seems ever fervent, cokes hope. It's light and life. Soothing to the soul and numbing the mind. A little glimpse of paradise he has in sight. #poetry #£ZIMON#

SOUL: All I need is a guide;someone to hold my hands and walk me through this path of life where there are many things that I can't do. I am feeling lost, like no one else but you can see this curse it's Looming inside my heart, I feel like the world has a gun at me at all times. I feel like the trees whisper all my flaws to wind. I feel like my own soul is lost within my home, locked away in a box. All I need is a guide. I'm too hasty, to make decisions, not minding I might loose! All I nee...

Once, when I was young, when my imagination was strong. I heard tales of a woman so young. Her beauty had no wrong. Nigeria was her name. I created pictures in my mind of Lagos in black and white. I imagine the delicacy of existence built with no room resistance. I imagined the detached houses, simple but yet enough. The happy focus faces of people, all dressed in black and white. I imagined the street lights, not being tools for extortion. The tarred roads, before blood stained their souls. I ...

SMILE Sometimes I wonder Why my heart stops everytime you walk into the room my heart skips a beat Though I have no answer, I am still lost deeply in your ever bright black lovely eyes I never knew what said to me to break your heart like that Or who it was that told the breeze to whisper to my mind , how I wrecked my joy How I wrecked your smile. Stareing at the stars at night I think of only your smile But shame of me coming to you keeps my heart so numb... I bleed tears now My heart we...

RUMPLING OF GOLD I've had a nightmare and a vision of my wisdom and my mission. Only problem is I see smokes every I gain hope. I've been searching for that someone who's not a refelctyipn of my past, hoping that I'd see love has made wander too far. Now im at the edge, I'm gradually losing grip, but there's something in the air that just makes me want to sleep. I can't decide to hold on or let go. I can't decide to flow with the soul and slumber and float one last time. I've searched my memori...

KUMI Once I had a sojourner's vision. In my dream the trees stood still and sang melodious songs. In my dream, there was a stream, lored to be the well-spring of life. Every part of this place had a breath. The calmness, the flowers, the birds. Most of all one caught my mind. A soothing song carried in the air. I dared look, my eyes went pale, my mind lost way. What I had seen incomprehendible. She stood so tall, fair like gold. Her skin shimmered like stars. She had diamond for eyes and a R...

SHANZA'S-PROPHECY "Mother. Someday, I'd love to grow big and strong like you!" "Then perhaps I should tell you of Shanza's prophecy, Very soon, your joy will fade, your laughter grim, and your ululations wails. My daughter (cold hands grip the lass's shoulder. Mother wears a strong frown) when your youth has come and its peak yet farthest. When your breasts are most stood up and your hips drip fine wine When you attract whistles and cause loss When all can see what was once beneath When all ...