It's my nephew's birthday
Kendrick by name to be precise
I feel excited and rejuvenated
His birth ignited my burning desire
Awakening my soul
Shifting my perspectives
Shedding old beliefs
He turned 1 year old today.
I admires his attributes
He smiles so bright
Naturally endowed with creativities
I wow and bow
"Whenever I watch his activities"
He's happy and optimistic
A wondrous baby, wunderkind I think.
He's differ but special, very unique.
Even at a very tender age,
He does and give what none can't
Get to know him and you'll see it's true
Wishing him a magnificent birthday
I pray his days on earth be glorious just as he's.
Happy womb escape day my amiable and affable nephew.
Categories:
creativities, africa, birthday, celebration, child,
Form: Epic
Slowly dying
Despite our existence
What else is possible
How much life span does humanity has in accordance to our attribute
To Mother Nature
We are distracted by entertainment
Blinded by social media
Instead of moral we bleed impurity
High Technology era equals robotic humans
How can we save the world
When we are lost by our own inventories
How could we be proud of our generation
When we are drowning in our own creativities
Who is winning
And how many more are
Slowly dying.
Categories:
creativities, africa, courage, freedom, humanity,
Form: Epic
Some folks come here to stir up the Soup
Others come to spread around some poop,
I come here to find the mighty fine poems
Stimulate my mind when I’m in doldrums.
I am always amused by the sharp repartee
I’m hoping the best poets are here to stay,
Those letting marvelous creativities soar
With new thoughts and concepts open doors,
Thrill me with new ways of seeing nature
Give advice helping me to be more mature.
Then, there are poets who make me laugh
Or point out when I’ve made an awful gaffe,
I learned to not pay attention to naysayers
While gratefully accepting the sincere prayers.
I’ve made friends all over this hurting world
Enjoyed poems while mixed emotions swirled,
So, if you are new to this site Poetry Soup,
I hope I’ve helped you understand this group.
written May 8, 2022
Categories:
creativities, appreciation, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Couplet
With our own numerous industrialized economic creativities
Ideologically defending all of our dangerous activities
We have successfully ruined several of our communities
Ironically, the recipients of these evils
Are not the perpetrators of the evils
They are the common men and women on the street
The innocent individuals trying to survive on their meagre resources
They are the natives of the street
The homeless but not hopeless
But with our dangerous capitalistic activities, are we not dragging them into the forest of hopelessness?
We are the ever hungry radical capitalists
Never satisfied
Always on the run to get more
How then do we stop this madness?
How do we rescue our planet from this looming danger?
How?
©ABSOL
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Categories:
creativities, confusion, humanity, international,
Form: Rhyme
A saviour
Underestimated at the beginning
Doubted at his creativities
Neglected at his upcoming
Less chances of prove
Always fighting
Unknown and known
A saviour
He got a vision
She got a vision
They make moves
Always their character
Is unusual
Sometimes they get isolated
Criticism is normal to them
Cos the bear negative words
Which they deal with privately
With out no help or disturbing
No soul
A saviour
They are not famous
But at the end more
Famous than the famous
Cos they get good inside
Before they could touch
The world in their realities
They are never many
But few nowadays
If many of them are
Locked up
Die so early
Killed by the law
I wonder why they will
Be many
Even when we all can
Be same just like
A saviour
A saviour
Save the world
If you can
Yes you can
Cos their is none wiser
In wisdom of life
We only live to either
Touch the world
Or destroy our part
And leave the stage
At the end
To nothing for nothing
So please save something
At worst save yourself
Categories:
creativities, africa, confidence, courage, deep,
Form: Epic
propaganda wins
when the symbolics are yours
so best be careful
old philosophies
will contain a new meaning
your mental time sold
one is paid to wait
on a clock or on others
grace and forgiveness
or money per hour
then earned are for your free will
this computer age
cannot be wasted
old job creativities
always disappear
so create something
don't let the artist fall dead
sculpt script paint or think
stan sand
Categories:
creativities, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
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Fascination,
Excitement....
? Luscious and intense.
The Empowered spectrum commence,
Despite,
? Prone to out-curve in reverse ...
From Will power, Concious durability,
? The soul .... will persist to deduce,
?To lighten the dusk entangled in our misdirected neural paths ....
Chooses the creative hearts touch ,
? On the heavenly leap of faith,
? The Fullfillment catch.
Hush.
?
?Precious life to appease the yearning soul,
? Inspirited, only dulled by one selves unsettled impeding mind crawl...
?Limitation pressure follows up, the dark owl...
?
?Yet Now from inner core ...
? Emerges a optimistic distilled soul,
Can fully adore , creativities nurturing console.
Determinedly occurs,
The Outburst of
The Entrapped -
Inner subtle gush.
?
Categories:
creativities, courage, destiny, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
when the youth speaks in tongues
since our elders finds it difficult
to guide the creativities
of the youth
since our leaders finds it hard to
say the truth to the youth everywhere
nowadays
since the lies of our trusted
governments in Africa are obvious
since the youth are not
included in their political budget or
good agenda in truth and
honesty
since nowadays adults
are no longer like
adults any more then
all that will be left is provocation
and when the youth are provoked
they will speak in different tones
a tone of revolution
in this time is the time
when the youth speaks in tongues
Categories:
creativities, africa, anger, caregiving, change,
Form: Epic
I must admit
most of the poems I write
Are never on par with thousands I read
The enchantress
This she knows
Though still
she captivates me
She has devoured the tears of my embedded
Emotions onto a page
To be strapped down to a line
To a single word….
For only the worlds eyes to see
The narrative poems I write
It revels throughout my mind
Day and night
I am the puppet
Controlled by the puppet master
Your comments are the motivation
Though my thoughts
For certain type of creativities
are my life
poems
yes
poems are my life :)
Categories:
creativities, how i feel, i
Form: Free verse
I read words on a page
Through my eyes
Traveling to my brain
Deceminated to my heart
Absorbed by my soul
Changed in subtle ways
The extending of me
Breath added to my breath
Mingling with my dreams
All my pain and laughter
Inside me crying to be free
Essential vibration
My whole body sings
I am poetry
Filled to the brim
Unable to be contained
From my soul
Flowing through my heart
Traveling to my brain
My hand grabs a pen
Soon there are words on a page
Before my very eyes
A new child is born
I am the father of poetry
I am also it's child
Please embrace the scent of me
The emotion of my being
Parts of you in me
All are connected
Creativities stream
Out there to be seen
Until we all see
Each life is poetry
How poetry has become me contest
Written march 12th 2013
Categories:
creativities, imagination, on writing and
Form: Free verse
The Unknown
Enforcing my authenticity because
I am a child of the Most High...
I am a citizen of Zion, concealed with zest
With my quiver full of destructive creativities
Sharpen with ingenuities
Garnished with embellished tongues of Holy Ghost pen...
I conquered territories built by self-limitations
Bringing down every high and low thought of illusory fantasy...
Bedwetting a chain of change in the history of mankind
I am the unknown, yet to be reveal
I am the revealed, yet to be understood
I stooped and shook
Swimming and soaring with minds above the region of my nose...
With new vigour, I smell the roses...
Ready to cock a snook with intellectual vagabond...
You may call me, son of a gun,
Simply because my guts outweigh your guns
I don't give a damn because
You are little in your views about me
Watch me, I am the unknown………
Awoh Kingsley
9th November, 2012
Written at the Zone A, Nigeria Customs
Harvey, Yaba, Lagos.
Categories:
creativities, faith,
Form: Name
(11/02/2012)
Just like having a pen without a paper
Poetic thoughts without Soup,
Makes our words blocked in hunger
Just like having warm arms without any hug
Imaginative ideas without Soup,
Leads our creativities to be tugged
Inspired by David William contest
Life without Soup
11th place in the contest :D
Categories:
creativities, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse
To control these thoughts and write with precision
With each verse flowing sweetly down the page
Seems an adventure into the unknown world of
Dictionary tease!!
A daisy chain of words and phrases joined together
in a disjointed series of seemingly nothingness
placed now around the neck of you, dear Souper,
Eyes adorned
Constraints of quiet time and space are often
the culprits of lack of creativities ability to show
verse that makes some kind of sense to some
but not all
That this soul wishes to write beautiful controlled
poetry is an understatement. Words spilling now
from mind to fingers in an attempt to simply say
Good Day!!
Categories:
creativities, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse