Grade Poems - Poems about Grade

Every poem I read these days Be it love or pain, long or a short one Leaves me numbly amazed By how poets use the robot hand. When praised, filled their hearts with pride For an expensive tour on a...Read the rest...

Ah, Democracy, that grand charade Where every voice is equal made. But think, what chaos this has bred With common folk so widely led! A vote for every man and Bio? Come now, let's be serious, still. Why trust the masses...Read the rest...

Let the paths of our ancestors remain in sight, Their struggles, their dreams, their fearless might. Nkrumah's vision, Sankara's spirit, Lumumba's grace, Mandela's legacy, a beacon for our race. Ghaddafi's resilience, a lesson to embrace From Cameroon's plains to Sahara's...Read the rest...

Once upon a recent time not long ago A beacon shone, its brilliance aglow. With a vision as vast as the starry sky This light embodied, Kwame Nkrumah, our pride. Dreaming to free Africa from colonial shackles His resolve unwavering,...Read the rest...

Like yesterday, bitterness clings to my tongue That memory refuses to be undone. February 14th, a cherub's play, His arrow struck, leading me astray. A tiny angel, drapped in white Arrows of love, piercing the night. Revenge, my friend, I sought...Read the rest...

To what does she owes this? She asked in her grief A little girl left with no belief Of what it means to be a child She yearns for love as All other girls does The lunch pack in the...Read the rest...

Silence gripped fear in a very dark room As two hearts converged in the night's embrace. One worn by time's relentless race, The other seeking solace in its lonely space. He envisioned a fleeting encounter, brief Moments of passion, then...Read the rest...

If I ever visited Cameroon I'll aimlessly wander in its vast lands Savouring every moment of its beauty And marvel at the mysterious work of God's hand If I ever visited Cameroon I'll make friends with the grassfields...Read the rest...

Rivers, where once live thrived Now drowned in plastic, existence deprived. Fish, once free, now mere refugees Their homes desecrated, turned into time bombs. The trees are choking gasping for breathe Once vibrant and charming, now sealed in hate No...Read the rest...

snot prissy child stays aloof and alone doesn’t socialize with others must have her own way every single time always hides feelings from herself remains sad and lonely acts uppity snot...Read the rest...

bug spookie innocent brownish creature today in bathroom whimsically fun wandering water bug...Read the rest...

1950’s wear teenage boys loved them less scraped knees for sure girls wanted them too they can be frayed dressy or plain embroidery them or add some lace solid blue workman pants dungarees daily denim jeans...Read the rest...

Same Mistakes? Still learning about how to act Still trying to join the pack. Still lapsing like a terminal case Still miles way off the human pace. So stupid, how I can’t explain? So crazy, such little brain So insecure, I might...Read the rest...

Always wrote about everything but myself It's difficult to be honest although ephemeral I'm failing at everything I try because of you I can't keep my focus when you're lingering The back of my mind has been caged off...Read the rest...

An existential crisis Left to my own devices Not an ounce of assistance Never show any resistance Just comply and let it be Dignity isn't a necessity I'm not the flower you'd pick from a garden Orchids are beautiful, I'm a sight...Read the rest...