Poems

We have got a collection of thought-provoking poems authored by poets from different backgrounds.

WHAT WE SEE

WHAT WE SEE

WHAT WE SEE   We see bullets of different shapes, houses without walls, streets bereft of feet, trees burdened with swollen bodies, a field of corpses. bedsheets stained with blood of those whose spirits roam in the air.   We see the sky garnished with...

ANANSE

ANANSE

ANANSE Ananse, remember, The pitchers on the table, The stenciled flower vases at the terrace, And the embroidered kaftans! I knew you when you were black.   Remember, The death of your father, Beneath the cracks of the slavers whip, Wither their whims and that...

CENTENARY BLUES

CENTENARY BLUES

CENTENARY BLUES Nigeria, My feet bear the portrait of Odyssey Through your passages of seasons; I am the custodian of the memories   I have spread the arms of this poem Like street traders’ wares, Let history journey beyond Lugard’s court In this caravan of...

THE LOST LOVE

THE LOST LOVE

THE LOST LOVE James and Janet cuddled, Ended breakfast with a kiss, Sang a song of malice for a week, Is this love? Definitely Not,   Men lost in the pool of lust, Groping for light in the cloud of vanity, Deafened by the mantras of infatuation, All in search of...

DINNER AT THE KING’S YARD

DINNER AT THE KING’S YARD

DINNER AT THE KING'S YARD It was dark and quiet Seldom, if sun rises at the moment Fracas at the market Sun has lose it sight   Birds showing what they've got Plainly from the gut Sonorously without faults On the Iroko tree near our hut   When a boy stares...

MARCH’S MATCH FOR JONATHAN THE BUHARIST

MARCH’S MATCH FOR JONATHAN THE BUHARIST

March’s Match for Jonathan the Buharist   At the end of the scheming month Seal your quick speaking mouth Call me no Seer or Prophet For I am but an ensnared Poet   Though they sign an accord I do not see peace as a chord Tying us to the feat of the future...

TO MY KING

TO MY KING

TO MY KING   Now I can tell where you have been for days When I was striving to survive and stand And help my children in the barren land A forsaken home for unwanted preys   I can tell where you have been my dear head When burning rivers were taking over...

WHAT’S LEFT

WHAT’S LEFT

WHAT’S LEFT? What’s left but exhausted minds That parade in shirts and gowns Shrugging shoulders that tongues have laid on Like gods that have lost their omniscience To futile voyages Over the tombs of the living They drop wreathes Sending our spirits on exile What’s...

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