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Best Poems Written by Hassana Shuaibu

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Nigeria, Now We Know

They stood on highly placed podiums
In densely packed stadiums
Making promises, unwitting and false
And now we wait as time slowly crawls

Now we see
The so called promise of a fatherland
Smeared with cruelty and blood stained sand
Treachery and fear of the dreaded boko haram
Bringing tragedy, pandemonium and widespread alarm
Tainting a religion of peace. Noble Islam
Fanaticism some say; but terror is their way

Now we hear 
The blood curdling screams
As we awaken from terror filled dreams
Outcries of electoral rigging
From supressed political teams 
Woeful tales in news broadcast
And we wonder, how long these will last

But now we know better
Than to hear their sugar coated words
Or to see their finely painted worlds
Yes; now we know better

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Empowered

It was amazing,
Words came gushing from his head,
Clamouring for the paper instead.

It was captivating,
Lots of words played to form a rhyme,
And on paper, they stood the test of time.

It was enchanting, 
With his words, I felt the sun's glow,
With his words, I saw pure waters flow.

It was overpowering,
His words made me see stars,
And cured my hidden scars.

It was astonishing, 
In his words, I saw his past, his present,
And what to him, the future meant.

It was perfect, 
In his words, I saw elegance, saw charm,
And I knew, I held dynamite in my palm.

And it's true, 
That though, there's power in the sword of a samurai,
There's more in the words of a writer.

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Everything I See

I feel poetry in me,

Inspiration in all i see.

In every breath i take,

the whispered prayers i make.

In every exalted praise

and the hope for blessed days.

In a child’s wide eyed innocence

that in man, has long since died.

In the comfort of a mother’s presence

and the glow of a father’s pride.

In the uplifted right hand

and in all their pledged lies.

In the betrayal of our motherland

and our woeful unheard cries.

In the blissfulness of joy

and the tears of painful sorrow.

In the living of today

and the mysterious tomorrow.

In the beauty of the author’s words,

the vibrancy of the painter’s worlds

In the voices of those that sing

and the fact that art is king.

Poetry, i feel within,

Inspiration, I see, in everything.

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I Still

I still see your striking face
When I lay my head to rest
I long for those perfect days
I slumbered lying on your chest.

I still know the stirring words
To the sonnets and dreamy odes
You patiently read to me
As I gladly sat on your knee.

I still mourn those long nights 
Needlessly spent on silly fights
Clashing rage fortified swords
Exchanging heated words.

I still wonder what might have been
If fate hadn't been as mean
As to tear our souls apart 
And to break our fragile hearts.

I still see the hurt in your eyes
As we silently said our goodbyes
When we knew our end was imminent
That we had to treasure each moment.

I still curse the day you left
The day you darkened my bright days
The day you eternally slept
The day Cancer took you away.

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I Don'T Know

I don't know why I love you
Or why I really care,
I don't know why I miss you,
Or why I want you here.
I don't know why I think of you,
Every second of every day,
Or why, when you want to leave,
All I want to say is stay.
I don't know why I toss and turn,
When I go to sleep,
Or why, when you smile at me, 
My heart takes a huge leap.
I don't know why I love you,
I just know that I do,
And, though, I don't know how you feel,
 Hope you love me too.

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The Girl That Was

I see a little girl
Amidst brown sands,
With  joy and laughter
And tiny, dirty hands.

I envy that girl,
Innocent and pure.
Adorned in a pretty dress
And a smile so demure.

I wish, like her, i could
Run round red roses
And play ever so merrily,
With tiny water hoses.

I see, as she dreams,
And listen as she sighs,
As she watches fairy tales
With large hazel  eyes.

I see radiating beauty,
In that little girl i see
Where all is just right,
In a world i wish for me.

I long for her world, 
Without anguish and pain,
Without doubt or fears.
A world that is simple and plain.

I see a little girl,
A girl i long to be,
A girl i wish you would see,
A girl that long was me.

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Bumpy Road

She wore a pitch black suit
And smelled of lilacs and fruit.
Clad in long stemmed heels, 
Her cream coloured blouse so sheer,
She spoke of stocks and bills,
A fancy phone pressed to her ear.

But the road on which she walked
Had a very tiny bump.
If only she had known to jump,
She wouldn't have tripped and slipped
And become a laughing stock.
But she was on the phone,
How could she have known?

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Just Friends

"Just friends, Just friends", I whisper
"Enough, Enough", I say.

Surely, Slowly
This overwhelming need for more
Will go away.

One day
This undying hope for you will find its way.

"Just friends, Just friends", I say.

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Tired

I'm so tired
Of this feeling of hope
Of wondering how I can cope
If I don't talk to you today
As I did yesterday

Of this uncertainty
This insanity

Of wanting more
Of wanting you
And hoping you want me too

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Letting Go

Letting go is an art

It is drawing fine lines
around your heart
and between you two,
though you clearly do not want to.

It is seeing the beauty
in being without
who you clearly care about