Best Turmoiled Poems

She walks with dreams, deep passions woo,
Into euphoric ambience of a moonlit night
Carrying sweet secret, so intimate and true,
Sprouting in her womb blossoms of delight.

Though they are together, he feels all alone,
Trapped in turbulence of memories unkind,
Nothing she can say would emotions atone
Grief of matrimony...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For...

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I’m not happy nor healthy in my mind right now
It’s clouded and bleak
Not knowing which direction
Not knowing what l seek

Can’t sleep , forever tired
No interest “to ever do”
No motivation nor energy 
Turmoiled mind and soul ,feeling blue

The flame that burns within me
No longer burns bright
Desperately...

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As corporate execs rub their hands together
In greedy glee on seats of plush leather
The man on the street smells the breath of the city
Whilst the man in the tower thinks himself quite witty
As the look down upon the masses below
Eking a living, walking hungry and...

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If there is a god and how is it possible, there is not,
	then he would be right here
	sitting next to me on this bench.
He would already know and see
	the peace and tranquility
	lying in the midst of the yard’s activity
	as it is set aside from the...

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The thunderous thunder

Came thundering in a turmoiled town

Timing my timeless time,

June, you played a fowl gain

You can’t spare us even for once

That we may eat the fruit of our labour

 

Who’s next?

That we may celebrate tears

…Festival of tears

Nay, leak our rotten fingers

After eating the Idenyi...

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My soul is dark
Blackened by my misery-self pity
I feel depressed
What does that mean?

At 30 years of age, I have learnt so much
Yet,accomplished nothing
My life is stationery, maybe regressing
But no forward movement

Progress?
Achievement?
Goals?
Words I so carelessly abuse 
But never apply
I, my own worst instrument of destruction

I am...

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Daylight breaks as the mind wakes upon first breath
and swallows the punctual death of yesterday spent.
Intent now lies in the present of foreseen fading time,
just a mime a moment forward of the words we utter,
of cluttering acts we will our bodies to wonder through,
blindly we...

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Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
   Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To...

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I saw the puppy, when I awoke behind the dumpster,
Playing with a piece of trash, snorting and woofing at
The imaginary beast and I wondered what brings the
Little gift to me to enjoy in this world of the unenviable.

I studied him awhile and he studied me,...

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Oh! oarsman
Take me home
Yonder lies 
My cuddled dreams
My sweatheart and everything

I have been away
Too long
Eons and scores sway
Too small  to hum their song....

Cant bear the ripples 
And the whirls ...
The known waters 
Seem so strange now

Calmness above water
But turmoiled  under
Just like 
My yearning...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Where that ocean that gently sweeps my brow, 
Collides with the rurality of the cows giving milk, 
In a fusion spring loaded with happiness and silk. 

My true love comes to me, 
My sweet blossom of agony, 
Offering affection...

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I sat at the exit of life,
My ears perceiving diverse trends.
Tis about the misfortune of the fortunate,
And the rebuke of the appraised:

Turmoiled state and heightened corruption;
Na Buhari.
Removal of subsidy sustaining scarcity;
Na Buhari.
Petroleum stretched her wing and soar to
145 naira;
Na Buhari.
Increase in price of goods;
Na Buhari.
Troop...

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“A meager life!”
the world hurls out.

Brooding rage stirs -
grave music in mind:
an orchestra of feelings,
unsatisfied turmoiled thoughts,
perceived by paining wounds -
heartbeat
	with frightening velocity.

	An enfant terrible -
	Alone,
	singing to himself
	a parable:
	paradoxal
	to martyred music,
	divining 
	death

while the blithe world laughs
with an uplifted voice.


A broken vessel
trapped in
shuddering darkness
and contrasting quietness
secret...

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I sit by the sea on my chair,
A fold away I’ve had for years
Now faded from my summers’ use
Each year the temperature got warm
As it is today, watching waves
Come crashing upon golden sands.

Sea gulls screech and scream, flying high
Up in a dark but deep blue...

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