Desires Still Far From Hands
Every being must be captivated by something
what else draws so much passion if not football?
Watch me scream and dance as I give my all.
Colours show emotions and personality
purity and stain best observed when white
consisting of others combined in a flight.
The future is clear of what is to become of me
greatness and power as ordained by Nature’s oracle
would be fully expressed to give life a miracle.
I preach absolution, I reject mediocrity
it is best when foot prints are carved in excellence
leaving for the upcoming a remarkable visual lens.
I’m a strong believer of ruthless pragmatism
though balanced by virtues so feminine
so that with any, I can wine and dine.
So much to be done, especially in my origin
a quick scan and tears are shed for Nigeria
so broke and needy for such a fertile area.
Crude ideas in me burn and try to be refined,
working with all I’ve got to reach the stars
but time ticks slowly, not wanting to pass.
My hands are trembling, my head is desperate
mind in copyright to such diversity from Da Vinci
still not there yet makes it completely itchy.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment