Best Poems Written by Chukwuemeka Victoria Chiamaka

Pangs of the Day

Deep in dust
Lost in the swam
Drawn by the heavy wind
Crushed by the sun
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?
Molded and melted in the truck of hope
And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Lost to the days 
Gold and jewelries
Pounds and money
Paper and books
Ink and inks
Lost to the night
The darkness of heart
The pounding of pestles
Embracing tomorrow's joy
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Flaws of the day
Blooming hibiscus
Running desires
so much to the chest
Neat folds of desires
Intent is thy needs
Placed on the brim of rest 
And comfort to the soul it brings

Kiss the palm,
for that's all it needs
Rest thy head to the brim
And call in s new day 
For blooming hibiscus
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Sun is for the day
Moon for the night
So as summer is for happy kids
And winter, tilling of grounds;
Hardened grounds

The hardness of grounds
The cracking of the tiller
Amiss, it goes to you
Tossing it to the back
And running away from today's pain
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Wine rub with wine 
Magnet with magnet
Likes to likes
And odds to odds
But there's no good to this 

The bubbling sound
Take a sip from the bitterness of day
Then, rumbling of the stomach
Sips and bubbles
Stomach and rumbles
The day is bitter
Deep dark is sweet
Big hugs like hammer
To console the day
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Ironing and straightening
Folded edges to what we want
Big jars,
Empty fillings,
Brushes and brushes,
No oil 
Scripted step
For all is nothing
Fetching the anger that is never wanted
And swimming towards the ice till the day is come
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure.

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