We built an eternity on shifting sand, and watched time steal what we held in hand.
No words to begin to play, all our hours we spent were swept away.
Now the cold turns dark, and your warmth turns to gray.
Each step we took went blind, searching the words I couldn’t find.
The meeting place we abandoned becomes dilapidated.
Our past now disappear in our dreams,
That fades away in the empty streams,
But our threads had been cut, and our arrangement had been shut.
Searching the lives we shared,
Still the memories stay there.
Pls don’t break it and handle it with care.
Because the day will find your next pair.
Did a Constructive Criticism
He started getting mad
He said a lot of different things
Didn’t finish his prose
Wondering
Questioning
Constructive Criticism is to be
The best version of yourself
Pls do not be mad
It is not to offend u
Construct to be better
Our poetry is for people
Not all people knows poetry
Have to spoon-feed them
To be crystal clear
To be the best version
Poetry form: Free Verse
Date Written: June 4th, 2025
Time Written: 2:41pm
Caught between Life and death
With roaring and panic
Looking for hands but none
With glowing eyes.
Heavy breathe and gasp
But none to show
Dive right to left
Waiting for the Joy that ceasen't
All eyes curious and expectant.
All legs stiffed to the ground
Like a statue or maniquine.
All faces furious but anxious
All waiting for the arrival of the eternal Joy
There the Joy is,slow and relaxed
Though uncomfortable
In pain and agony she laments
What have I done ?
Adam and Eve, you're evil !
The man standing,
willing to help, afraid of danger and complications.
Why must I suffer ?
Baby pls come,find your way here.
There the Joy is.
Lying still.
Weeds
Are named as
The distortions in life..
That which keeps what
Is pure and happy
Under wraps..
"Hoe the weeds" is
Presented as fixer
Of lives entangled
With sinful weeds..
Hoe without ceasing
Die if need be
To find the lost glow..
Yet the secret all along
Has been that the
Weeds and the hoe and
That daffodil over there
Already glow...
(Now..excuse pls
Gotta go hoe..)
Spare a minute
to know about
those perky creatures
and their special features
Lifers, twitcher, tertial and lores
are nothing but the birding terms
Introduce, birding to the children,
As that would make kids pen
Their mesmerizing melodious calls
and the raising tunes wake up all
from those regular humdrum
and make us embrace the bliss
They are the angels from heaven
who have the power to turn
even the empty plots into garden
and the frozen winter into spring
They are the one who begin
the jingles in the dawn
and the one who end
the day by doing murmuration at dusk
They make us feel high,
For, they are buoyant souls that fly
which transfer their energy and power
to the one who watches them for hours
So why waiting? Look out
Spare a minute...
Want to know more?
Pls do see my youtube channel
" one minute birding"...
Here is the link to my channel...
https://youtube.com/channel/UCLXFhWUfAmil_vqPAeOa-2w
Police brutality is becoming unbearable. As peaceful protest has become impossible, the government of this country is now killing it people. They don't really care since all they wanted is wealth.
The police of Nigeria has become the grim reaper and it taking it youths one by each so they don't have future. You are scared to walk by day when you not a vampire, you are scared to look good cause of the angel of death called SARS.
To whom it may concern the Nigerian government might wipe us all out. Our medias are quiet it like they did not even step out. All we want right is end police brutality. To the world pls support and help my country before we all got killed.
#Endpolicebrutality #EndSars.
ACCEPT MY PLEA DEAR LOVER OF MY SOUL
Let My Plea Not Be Like A Whisper In The Storm
Nor A Salt In The Rain
Never Like Ice In The Sun
Let It Not Be A Shrub Before A Raging Fire
Nor A Drop Of Water Into The Ocean.
But A Balm On The Skin
A Gentle Breeze For The Night
The Sparkling Stars In The Dark Clouds
A Brilliant Morning Sun
Like A Bright Moon Lightning The Dark Path.
Pls Let Your Raging Fury Cease A While
And Allow Your Ever Glowing Love Take The Stage.
Bathe Me In Your Ocean Of Love
Never Throw Me Away With The Water
Cast Me Not Away From Thy Presence
When I Recall How I Shivered At Your Bark
I Don't Want To Do That Thing Again
Accept My Plea Dear Lover Of My Soul
I'm So Sorry My Father, I'm Very sorry My God.
(FM CONCEPTUAL )
I
When someone like me, embarrasses folk like me
We must have courage, choose the better remedy
Than silence seen as condoning the unspeakable act
Speak with the love we share here, prose and poetry,
Rather than deepen the hurt with thundering quiet
II
All of us lovers, romance poets, penmen of argument
Let our words be the flowers in an eternal monument
Police emotions lead to homicide, further chaos, pain
Why shy away from sharing - No, do not (explain or) vent
Evil by anyone, we all can snap! Stop a runaway trauma-train
Hello! golden morning!!!
Rainbow sunshine!!
Gorgeous smiling evening
waving the horizon
Sky blue night
speckled with the heavenly stars
Caressed by bloom moon
wishing you all through your day
And pls meet the yellow roses
at your doorstep
Cos' an angel knocked silently
while still yarning
the morning bells
and cock still crowing
the morning trump
To ...............Lady Tina
5/27/2020
Where did I go wrong was it school or after,
Used to go with the flow think life was all laughter,
I done so much wrong I'm sorry let me put things right,
Is it like this till the end is everyday is a fight,
I want to be happy and that feeling to keep,
All around me the shadows just creep,
I don't mean to upset things always come out wrong,
I feel so alone I don't know where I belong,
Its my mom and my kids what keep me going,
The rest of the world pls just stop its all mind blowing,
Im 6ft 3 and look real mean,
The true me many ain't seen,
Just for one day let everything stop and we all pass on a smile,
Until that day I'm mental mat with my head covered with tin foil.
Your friend matty d :) xx
I'm getting deeper and deeper into a mental maze,
I can't cope no more pls make it end I'm counting the days,
Did my thoughts happen or not was they real,
My mind keeps tricking me, depression is all I feel,
Always wanted to be normal and happy settled with kids and wife,
The voices have made me 12 times try end my life,
I lost my best mate and brother I feel so alone,
He would put me right and listen to me moan,
Why did God take him he should have took me,
Everytime I close my eyes its my brother I see,
Wish i could wake up one day and think of just 1 thing at a time,
I'm working out tomorrow the day after and next week while I'm writing this rhyme,
I'm hurting people close even tho I ain't a bad person,
When I realise what I've said my feelings worsen,
It can't go on for ever its got to stop,
I'll try harder for you jase and get back on top.
Your friend matty d :) xx
A treochair poem (not on list, pls forgive)
Grandiose,
A snow-capped mountain,
Has a regal summit to boast.
So serene,
The power of God is revealed,
In so so white-frosted sheen.
The moon shines,
Dancing on the snowy caps.
Making shadows in the night.
How do you tell them
you don't want them no more.
How do you say,
in a nice way,
get out,
there's the door.
Everyone knows
We've all done it!!
Here goes
Its not u, its me,
I feel we shud move on.
I realise the way Im tellin u
is totally wrong.
Pls dont b angry
it wasnt the sex
This is all very awkward
tats y Im sendin dis txt.
Pls,I don't want to leave you behind,
You were blown to this far place to revived,
And it seems to you that,you're not a dignitary,
Just guess what is next after you're nailed to a territory,
The anxities of the world has really catapulted you on many occasion,
If you should tell me your feelings,something perhaps might be so wrong somewhere,
The observers and the pedestrians are ready to accumulate different trust fare,
The physical optical sense can't see my home from this realm,
Fighting a good fight under this very sun,
The question was deeper to find its answer,
"Where is home,prodigal son?",
Friends make good out of the bad master,
From the corners of the world comes the shadows of mood,
The mountain is so high,
Dearth is not for you,
The flesh is very shy,
Untill the breathe returns to the creator,
Touch my hand,feel my palm....look through my face,
Desperately,the five wise virgins can't wait for favour,
No one knows my thought to trace.
I know u are out there. i feel it every day i wake up from the sun set to rise, every breath i take is for you. Everything am doing is for you.
2pack said to my unknown child but this is to my unknown groom.
hey i know life is hard buh hang in there for me,dont do something harsh pls make it easy for me to find you.
i sleep on my bed everyday and leave ur space beside me and i feel u by the wind but anyways this is to my unknown groom.
hello it me ur bride, have been calling for quite a while buh u have not been picking up or maybe u busy. You have to be the man i want u to be so take ur time for a while.
just hang in there gee dont let other girls sweep u away from future me,before u take me away from her( mom)
i want to make u smile. Kiss u in public. i wanna flunt you. like u will for me.
I wont be scared of what the world think.
i love u. I always will
this is from ur bride to my groom.
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