Best Do Or Die Poems
do or die migration
Every one see that sea
From North Africa
Close to Europe
Every one see that sea
Close to Australia
Ever one see the little boat
Jam parked like a can of sadden
Full of people called immigrant
Where are they from ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this people
Just like a reality tale
In some places
Are set of people living like
They got no help nor care
Like a hell on earth
This people have a government
This people have leaders
Hello does this ring a bell
Yet the fire of poverty keep
Burning
So frustration drive them to
The little boat jam park of sadden
Where and what is this place
Called ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this place
This place this immigrant comes from
In some parts of this world
An empire show the power from
Above
In trying to create their identity
They devalue human
Devour innocent souls
The survivor now try's to migrate
Rushing to the little boat
Jam park like a sadden
What part of the world are they
From ????????
Do or die migration
I know every big shark
Will love to live in this
Part if the sea
Where day by day
Night by night
Souls drawn while
On a journey of survival
On a run to safety
What can make a human
Take this risk
Leaves me with a ???????
Question mark
Note
With a humble heart I dedicate this
Poem to the souls lost on the sea while trying to migrate to the land of safety mostly to my lost friend from Nigeria wale tunde!
Do or Die?
I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do?
Either to spare
a traitor's life
or to kill him
what if the traitor
is my own son
or brother?
I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do
what to do if the traitor
in concert with his accomplices
gets his hands on my life
what if he kills me
while i indecisively sit
and think
then suddenly comes to my mind
how the great Mughals
dealt with such problems
the gentler Mughal monarchs
would catch their inimical brothers
who were after their lives
so that they could
grab the Throne
and come to power
They would arrest them
and blind them by bringing the fiery glow
of red hot burning rods
opposite their wide open eyes
and then throw them
in dungeons to rot
the other more harsh Mughal Emperors
would fight against such traitors and enemies
and kill them
in the battle grounds
But I am not a Mughal King
nor a kin of the blue blood
yet I am am
in similar situation
in a place where law and justice
bows to the strong
and corrupt
So what should I do?
Kill or get killed
by the greedy enemy
none else but my own
flesh and blood
I am simply perplexed
unable to decide
which course i should
adopt
to save my neck
from imminant risk
of being swiped
while i think.
a half-done soup
of demon-crazy convicts
with deceptive spoons!
when the sun hangs low into the sky
and evening sends her shivers
softly down your spine
it is time to recollect your thoughts
does he love me does he not
lost between the daisy and the rose
you feel like you have lost your pose;
Waiting for the morning dawn
waiting for his casting crown of glory
Arms long to touch, hearts longs to love
when the sun hangs low in the crimson sky,
its either do or die.
do
apply, participate
accomplishing, practicing, performing
execution, complete, termination, decease
perishing, expiring, succumbing
moribund, mortal
die
Date written: 03/07/2023
Drowning in a whiskey river,
The current pulls me under.
All alone, my head is swimming,
Oblivious to my blunder.
I try to rise to my feet,
But only stagger like a clown.
A sad effort to cross the room,
Only to find myself face down.
Still haunted by a broken heart,
Alas, there'll be no tomorrow.
As I gasp my final breath,
The lights go out on my sorrow.
When barked out condemnation
hits the ear of those who'd die,
not a one who would stop playing do
would ever hope to try.
my cat had wondered why
whether he would do or die
my poem is new type
never want to hear you gripe
have to hear the hype
9,000 poems have surpassed
must have heard my forecast
Infinity will be my last
when cat would flip her lid
her goat had another kid
when cat would romp and stomp
had been strangled in a swamp
when in circles cat went around
bigger ones were to be found
cat had been bitten by a waif
in a swamp ended up safe
cat came up with solution
people try to avoid the pollution
when cat had been hard corps
left and not back anymore
when cat would fall fast asleep
pile of sheep did become deep
cat would be faced by a beast
apartment with him was leased
while cat would hear beckon call
he had slipped in shower stall
In place of cat you can use anything
in their place.
Same goes for him, his, he, and
he's and her, her's, see, she, she's
and it.
Broken and wounded with a bleeding heart,
And still gasping for breathe,
She forced out a smile and muttered something,
But that wasn’t my name,
An identity
The name sounds strange,
Undeniably, I was the only one there with her.
She asked,
“Will you die for me the day I will be sepulchered?”
No, I came to the world alone and can’t die for you,
A vehement answer
And again,
She beckoned on me to follow her,
Perhaps, there is a secret to be revealed,
I complied but didn’t see her as a wanderer,
She is mysterious
A couple of blocks away from where we stood,
A bright light flashed on a pavement littered with skulls,
Bones, diamonds, treasures, pen and papers,
She said, “Choose, it’s a do or die affair”
It was then I realized
That the war to become a prolific legend has just begun.
My Snail
He sometimes' come about
In the heat of the night
A treat to my mouth
Yes, that is what it is all about
He is out of sight
Though he doe's seem
Too pout
And when it is time
For dinner to come out
He is my favorite garnish
Sometimes' with Trout
Thou he is my friend
Strictly to the end
When it comes to the menu
I just can't wait to let him in
Again, and again and again
GF
Born in the same hospital as Victory,
A set record and enviable history;
For the benefit of the Self- Deceived,
With the gloves of the same midwife received
And in case another tries to lead one astray,
He from victory but a cot away!
Both blokes the achievement of the same maternity,
Between the two an infant-rooted fraternity.
From the Do-or- Die Sprouts, staggering skill
And from him a conqueror’s rare will
Yet, from him also, the foulest rough play
Besides terrible things one mustn’t say.
After a defeat judged upsetting
Starts a battle with cascading tears
And for a performance ruled irritating
Eyes as deadly as spears.
The Do-or-Die Athlete could make The Alive The late
Enough water for the blood-smeared hands of Pilate.
its the way of the get to
you go to the store
and you know
that you must try
tho time you will cry
its the truth no a lie
its
DO OR DIE
You can be you see
You must try or you will cry
Things you like to do
You can too
So don,t sitting around being feel
Blue
This is no lie
LIFE IS DO OR DIE
its the way of the get to
you go to the store
and you know
that you must try
tho time you will cry
its the truth no a lie
its
DO OR DIE
They are no!
They earn o!
They should rather know!
Kudos, you may show! O you!