Best Ita Poems
R ita was deflowered
A gainst her will. Ravished. Her
P light, a torture, that
E nsued a trauma
I t is a degrading abomination to
S exual assault a women
A manifestation of madness. For
N o rational man shall intend this atrocity
I t is despicable and selfish to rape
N o to rape! It's our plea
D iscontinue sexual assault
I t is a foe of a happy womanhood
G uardians, and parents, do
N ot assault your wards and off springs
I t is an indignity to woman hood
T reat women with worthiness
Y earningly, we reiterate
T ime records myriad cases
O f sexual assault
W hen shall it go extinct?
O r die for eternity?
M any a women
A re with a trauma
N ote,
H ousing headaches and fear
O h, Alas!
O h! The pain, how
D espicable rape is!
O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.
Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.
Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare;
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde e?ti?
Caut...ceva; nu ?tiu ce caut,
dar înca simt. Îi simt
?i pe Ei ?i pe ceilal?i.
Sufletele devin argin?i
pentru zamislirea unei noi lumi.
Con?tiin?a mi-e amor?ita. S-a ales.
Memoria moare trecând,
iar spiritul transcende.
Acum binele ?i raul sunt doar una...
o târguiala repetata.
Ce urmeaza?
Trâmbi?ele furate imi rasfrâng
gândurile deja înghe?ate.
Unde ai disparut?
The noise was silently deafening
It was the loudness of my mind.
Thoughts were running riot & loose
Conjuring up insane madness in their find.
I was blinded by the darkness Of the night skies
blackned but dimly lit up by the stars shining.
My emptiness was full of nothingNess
In the delllusions of knits entwining.
My senses became null & void
Paralysed by the fear within me
Like a crippled man unable to move
Yet I was flying above in ita dreamy vicinity
Baby ...baby oh...oh...you got it going on....and when its right its so ...so fly
I'll never ever do any better so why even try
Baby I ain't ever gonna do you wrong.....and I know its taken to long.....but I'll make sure you know this time by the end of this song
The first time I seen you I couldn't help but stare
Sitting there looking so so pretty in that chair
Its got me thinking.....i,wanna see you in that underwear
Cause when I'm around you ,,there's no better feeling I know
Baby ...baby...oh ...oh...you got it going on...and when ifs right..ita ....so...so.fly...I'll never ever do any better so
..why even try
I wanna see what you e been hiding....if its the kind of lo e I have for you there ain't no lyin
So lets stop denying ourselves I just know this is so worth trying.....oh baby..oh baby you got me sprung...lose my breath everytime your near...i just wish you would hear me when I say your my Zen my everything...so what I'm looking like a desperate fool....i think.....i know.... I found....... my crown jewel
this you must do
ita you all about
to fixs it
got ticket
don't complate
kept the
COUR DATE
ita treat
makes me beat
a candy
thats dandy
only cost a buck
i just suck
an rap hip hop
love me some
LOLA POP
way up high
in the sky
there's camel glow
its not a show
ita shinning star
sitting of a bar
from noon to dust
watch
OVER ALL OF US
You won't und'stand if you d'nt experience it,
My fatherland is where I cut my poetry teeth.
'Tis also the place where I had a splendid childhood,
Naija- where we cruise our tyres around the hood;
I remember days of Ten- Ten and Sendi,
Back when we were innocent and knew no Fendi,
When we would play monkey post in the rain,
And I was a midfielder whose energy ne'er drain.;
Oloje 98 was the world cup I played in,
Abdul and co of Okekere knows what Im saying.
I, a star in all games with Kume the striker,
were so lethal like the venom of a viper;
Beautiful times of watching rams fighting
At Barakat Ita-Nmo while we chill with Beske biting.
Days of when we would go hunting with my gees,
Even though we ne'er came home with a geese;
And during ramadan we built beautiful mosques,
And they were as white as the elephant's tusks.
Omo Alfa Alaaya would often be the Imam,
Deputied by Abdulmajeed and Imran;
'Was one of those who wakes the 'hood for Sahur,
Trying to be a scholar like my uncle Sheikh Sabur.
Hunting for kuluso whenever the rain falls,
Ofcourse hiding in my closet when lesson teacher calls:
Dada was gentle, Mama was strict,
And if not for that queen, Nigga would be street.
Days of when I would be dragged to ile kewu,
Just because I wanna play with Kayode and Gebu;
I had no xbox but had Mario and bomberman
And had a cute cat but not a dobberman.
A star I was, with my BMX bike,
Aint nobody riding it if I dont like;
It was a beautiful childhood afterall,
A mosaic of experiences painted on my wall.
people say this and that
ita all chat
heres way its at
action
is safaction
its the real treat
its strong not weak
TALK IS CHEAP
hands talk
feet walk
you need both
to poke
with them you mope
ita a treat
make life complete
to have
HANDS AND FEET
he was born
the world was torn
its no lie
he had to die
buts ita a fact he came back
and it was a feater
its a history thing
CHRISTMAS AND EASTER
ita fact
we had a set back
some us had tears
some of us had fear
in god we must trust
this is not a dream
get on that
MOVING UP TEAM
Here is a cacophony, voice from inside
All alone in a new place, a goodbye to riverside
Here comes the change, farewell to my old days
Mediocre girl,so halcyon, a new place to stay
Inexorable,I go hustle -bustle,
Ineffable, scared for a new way
Well I do remember Rome was not built in a day
They interrogate me as if I am an alien
I feel ignorance is a bliss
I took a chance of stepping into the streets
I realized forbidden fruit is always the sweetest
Being idyllic is more fun
Settling down my darker side ,
I wanted to enjoy the ebullient shade
Penumbrating all the past memories, I bid a goodbye
Cascading my reforms,here I am back with a new version of mine.
Today,its the most beautiful day for me
From the golden blaze of the sand till the blue horizon, ita all mine
I sit near camelias with chardonnay, raising a toast to this evening
Filled with joy and happiness , I am screaming
You know what.....sometimes its good to talk good.
In Northern Europe its hot, in Britain its not, its
Windy with rain; fir the media ita a pain ' their
Narrative is not, about vairiables.. (its hot!) They
Need crisis its plain.' So they create and groan '
Make projections speak tomes ' disaster their
Grist, there's no conjecture they miss ' its like
There has ever been, temprature above mean'
As temporary..Yet we've seen it before.' Covid
Still in the score.! how many will die? Will it climb
To the sky? Will they have been 'protected by
Augumentation injected ? God bless any we
Lose, in health not so rude.' Its a scar on my
Mind, i'll accept no others in kind.' Scream as
Much as you like.' I advise take a bike and enjoy
Summertime, before foul days come as per
Creations design.'
you must be
open mindley
ita new time
kept kept this in mind
walk pround
its a have some say
TOO
NEW DAY NEW YOU