Victor Nwabeke Poet I do not know?

How Badly Slept a Weary World

How badly slept a 
weary world,        
at nature's 
routine 
behest, churned.    
A certain 
chilling     quiet 
was 
around,               at 
night to take its 
toll.                                                             
For 'twas but a 
sleeping 
world,                      
asleep with all 
but 'the fairly 
odd':      the 
'mischief-laden' 
creepy 
ones,                  to 
eerie lyrics 
sworn.                                                     
Now leaps out of 
the dark, a blissful 
morn,          afore 
cocooned in a 
twilit urn.    
Thanks to the 
hands 
of dawn so 
luminous,        
apart the veil is 
torn.

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Beata Agustin November 25, 2024 at 9:26 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 6, 2016 at 9:58 PM awesome free verse. LINDA

Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu October 6, 2013 at 10:38 AM Very well written form,fantastica! Welcome to poetry soup,here is a safe haven you pour your emotions and feelings. Meeting new friends that will make a difference in your life. Kudos. Baron Of Ebullion.