by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 28, 2015 | POEMS
THOUGHTS
Downcast
Time’s moving fast
Behind me is my past
Don’t know what deed will be my last
Can I live without God?
What’s my life without my Lord?
Lord before you break my life’s cord
Make my deeds follow your word
My life is far from pure
Dear Lord I need a cure
Everyday I see the devil’s lure
My epithet – a spiritual amateur
Brain – the wheel of thoughts! Source: Internet images.
Lost is my glory
So sad is my story
When I’m gone what shall be my memory
How shall the world write my history
I was born to die
And I know I only laugh to cry
But when in my grave I lie
To eat me will the ants be shy?
What shall be my lot?
Joy or hurt?
Lord when I’m in your Court
Do not judge me like the people of Lot
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Durodola Folarin Quadri. Born on the first of January 1991. I attended the university of Ibadan as a student of Agricultural and Environmental Engineering. Editor-in-Chief of the departmental press organisation. I like books and one of the best I ever read was Living, Loving and Learning by Professor Felice Leonardo Buscaglia. I enjoy sports and computer games. Poetry gives me succour when I write about how I feel. Most times I write based on real situations because they inspire me more than imagination. I’m quiet and sometimes I’m being labelled as shy, while some simply say I’m an introvert.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 27, 2015 | POEMS
OF A BROKEN HOME, IT IS!
Of a broken home, it is
that happiness has absconded
that love, once were
that love, never is again
that what fascinates the heart become strange.
Faces become strangers and the heart becomes helpless.
Of a broken home, it is
that a child wakes up with pain in the heart
that there is a chattered dream
that there is divided love shown to him
Waking up to the call of life
He is reminded of the lost bond.
Broken Home!
It is a burden in the heart,
As a child he wonders,
It was sweet from the start,
there was magic in every moment
and the stories of the heart melted.
Was it of lost or not properly made decision?
There had been a song
A song that a besotted lover has come to the door
The creation of union and later despair
Happily, the wheel of a new family is taken,
Couples filled with heartfelt joy, promises and oaths
There were promises that there will be devotion
A longing desire to be together
But time past, days have been and there’s lost in passion
What a turn the story has taken
What a change in dare need
What a hole in the heart the once delighted union has brought
Of a broken home, it is
that as a child he is left to face the world alone
that as a child, he feels not, the love of having parents
that choices are hard but made alone
that as a child he asks if there is need for marriage in the first place.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Aremu Abiodun A. is a graduate of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, where he studied Accounting. He is in constant search of knowledge and loves the pen.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 26, 2015 | POEMS
TEARS OF OIL
Graveyard of petals
Bloomed and buried
Right before the sun caress
Where lies the roots
Shedding tears of oil
Dialogue of drunk gloats
Today the giant of Africa
Stood like a barricaded water
North to South
Windows zipped
Tears of Oil. Source: Internet images
Harvest of rage
Verbal artillery
Citing on claw papers
Sovereign massacre
Rape of headlines
With thick soot
Flaring smoke
Rather see them smouldering
Than perfect gun battle
Streets wail in opened fangs
Spitting venoms
Paralysing alongside cramps
An African abode
AWA CHIGOZIE JEROME
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Awa Chigozie is a Nigerian. A student and resident of Abia State in Nigeria. He is a prolific writer whose keen interest is in poetry and fictional works. He has poems which have been published in anthologies and other media. He describes his works as a mirror to man’s act. Presently working towards releasing his first poetry collection.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 22, 2015 | POEMS
PROMISING LAND
A land I used to cherish
And a promising one,
A land of merry colourful birds
Flying in a quiet blue sky…
It was the land of my fathers,
It was the land of my mothers,
The land of the father of my mothers,
The land of the mother of my fathers,
The promising land
When I was my ancestors,
When I was the ancestor of my ancestors,
When I was the lion, when I was the oak tree,
When I was the king praised by the rivers,
When the fresh green nature
The breath of which used to caress me,
Whispered me the answers to my questions…
Nature and I were one being,
Sky and earth were of the same colour,
I could go wherever I wanted,
A single smile was the key to happiness,
But now I’m a long way home,
I’m wandering in the desert among shadows,
Searching for the shadow of my ancestors,
The shadow of my promising land.
RAY NDEBI
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 20, 2015 | POEMS
#BringBackOurGirlsNow
We’ve endured the pain for so long
But our feeling is still strong
There’s still hope for us
Our girls will return to us
Our hearts weep
And we hardly sleep
Our girls are still missing
And we keep thinking and crying
365 days in bondage
At a very young age
I swear I can’t bear it
But our girls are bearing the heat
Tears in my eyes
I wish I could pay the price
For the freedom of our girls
Our precious pearls
Nobel Peace Prize Winner for 2014, Malala campaigning against the kidnapping of the Chibok girls. Source: internet images.
We don’t even know where they are
Near or far
That’s the most painful part
That pierces my heart
I know what the mothers cry for
But I can’t explain the agony and the horror
Of losing a daughter in one night
Without being able to give a fight
It took Malala’s words
For our president to search for our wards
We protested
Wept and demonstrated
Bring back our girls Now!
But we still hope
Even in pain we still cope
Until our daughters
Return to their mothers.
#ChibokGirls
#NeverToBeForgotten
© 2015 by DURODOLA Folarin
Dedicated to the more than 200 Chibok girls kidnapped in North-Eastern Nigeria on April 14, 2014.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Durodola Folarin Quadri. Born on the first of January 1991. I attended the university of Ibadan as a student of Agricultural and Environmental Engineering. Editor-in-Chief of the departmental press organisation. I like books and one of the best I ever read was Living, Loving and Learning by Professor Felice Leonardo Buscaglia. I enjoy sports and computer games. Poetry gives me succour when I write about how I feel. Most times I write based on real situations because they inspire me more than imagination. I’m quiet and sometimes I’m being labelled as shy, while some simply say I’m an introvert.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 19, 2015 | POEMS
FROM DESPERATION
Dear, my heart is in pain
Since you took the night train,
I yelled out day and night,
Cried for you to come back,
Even asked the Lord why
We could not both survive,
Why he did not let me
Leave with you my lady;
Only the noisy steel
Of each single cold wheel
Is giving an answer:
It’s over! It’s over!
But I still can’t believe
That my pain can’t be eased,
That I will fight the cold
Without your smile to hold;
You were calling me Dear
When they called your name near,
You should pay for others,
For some of your brothers,
You my one, my Springtime,
My Moon and my Sunshine,
I cannot help crying,
Without you I’m sinking;
The desperate mind. Source: Internet images
How can I rise again,
Can they, lords of this rain,
Poor men amongst the poor,
Show the way to that door…
Your train is far away,
Too far from the next day,
Only another train
Can heal me from my pain.
RAY NDEBI
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon.
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