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The cycle of life.
Every experience helps us grow.
Every growth helps us experience.
The circle of Life.
On days you see your moon shinning in the day; days you feel like giving up.
Days the best of your comfort shoulders isn't there to rest on.
Days you needed to pour the river of bitterness ; tasting like a sour wine, chocking the whole of you.
Days drenched with acidic rain and your body look as though it never gonna heal.
Days humans comes with their switching nature, don't blame them they are just too fickle.
Rather take a long walk to the countryside,
Inhale air clearer than the blue sky over the mountains,
*Soul of a Soldier*
Do you hear my calls?
Soul of a soldier only guns.
Sound is the rhythm.
Thousands of dead bodies on the street is the party.
War is the dinner and
Victory is our meal.
Eyes have seen much.
Massacres, genocide,
bones and weak skeletons sounding in my heart.
My mind becomes beast.
I'm just human.
Why do I live for war?
Or sign in for death?
But my humble soul is worth it.
Written by: Thinkbig Usman
Designer: Michael Agboola
©Poetrify
When you see the moon
Come and take me by my hand
Walk us on the moonlit beach
Then sit us on the sand
Put your arms around me
And ask me what I see
I’ll say, the moon and its reflection
In the waves, upon the sea
You will tell me, I’m your moon
And so, forever will you be
My reflection in your heart
For what you mean to me
I will say, that’s why I love you
You make me glow at night
You will say, that’s why you love me
I am, the reflection from your light
BOEMS BY JA 510
In response to the Weirdelf
Challenge to compose
A poem outside the genre usual
An attempt not off the shelf
But my original prose
Submitted for your perusal.
Who is the arbiter of poetry?
Is it freeform or uniformity?
Does it require precise geometry
To convey a sense of serenity?
Freewheeling or on circuitry
Poetry is artistic sovereignty..
For ghouls and ghosties all alike
All Hallows Eve, a favorite night
You should see them out on the road
Oh man, they give you such a fright
There's Kylee and Kote all dressed up
A killer-chicken and psycho- bunny
They want to scare the pants off from you
Don't laugh too loud, but it's kinda funny
Alyssa is a unicorn
Spencer Pixachu lightning-head
Baby Chance is Elmo laughing
He's so cute when dressed in red
Your world hates me
The rich despite me
The poor respect me
The youth plays with me
Elders claim to be ready for me
When I have invited the world cries
They all start to care
The sweet words they never told you rise
Those who rejected you want another chance
Those who cursed you speak you good
Your family members lose touch
Fearing they can't do much
Reminisces over a sad lunch
Promises losing their plot
Existing…..
In this grisly grotto of endless void
Shivering amidst turbulent thoughts..
…cold…..so cold….
Sightless…heedless…devoid of emotions
Mindful of the encroaching darkness
That would birth an expected despair
He was beautiful to see
abs bulging
star struck was I
as he pulled this wagon
a red wagon full of hearts
mine I left bare and naked
like soil filled with humus
On the field that day
we tilled the soil of our hearts
planting seeds of love
having no care
even the sky was cognizant
as she cried with joy for us
Dislocate, uproot, relocate, distribute
Plant this line in your head and keep repeating,
Our divine right as economic migrants, that heinous vow we took,
Once mortgaged to the rock, we forsook for home,
Is now supplanted in cardboard boxes, a Pink Floyd flurry,
Distribution of reason, unhoused, disowned
In surreal distribution across the lawn, partway through the shed,
Up the hallway, into our beds, and thence on in to our crowding heads.
Dislocate, uproot, and relocate, distribute