All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
Categories:
segregations, art, beautiful, creation, extended
Form: Alliteration
My body’s wrapped in the vastness of poetry.
Like a prisoner, locked in a dungeon of hope.
Crawling through a poetic infantry
With a feeling my heart could never let elope.
My eyes were closed in sleep
Until this feeling got revealed.
It opened and I felt poetry so deep,
Dangling at the hidden figures that I marveled.
I laid my hand on my skin - so thin;
Like a mirror, I got the poetic glance.
Honestly, nothing could be seen
Except those words that embraced my pen with dance.
Inside me is a thought that could unsex a nation and seal due diligence.
Inside my veins are disobedient racist sages
Willing to end segregations' races.
Inside me are lines that can travel longer distances
And show the world success's instances.
Inside me are lines that can cure wounded souls
And lead them to healing doors.
No time to give up; my pen is bleeding.
Enough of energy is still needed to get this revolution speeding.
It’s time to rise and get poetry on the globe,
Decoding our memories in divers of hope.
©? Prince Tardeh
Categories:
segregations, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
CORONA TIMES
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Who are all become remaining , to survive
While re-collecting the isolate paintings
Feeble announcement from sources reliable
Really Corona arriving to cost and routine
Mutated epidemics severally endangered in
Dictating letters with smell of blood inside.
People are running but basis the flash
They may have dark dent of small pox in mind
World is confined to an volatile spot , hence
Segregations are all impossible tasks.
No longer we can hide inside a shade
What else the doctrine of co-existence
Do expect anything in random and baseless
Take a vacation from good days and dreaming
How long deep sufferings and fled in a life
Concurred all pain with a smile in the lip
Once again we need to re- organize
So as to retain the valleys in green
Expecting world is now warming behind us
No excuse , we ought to score on this day.
I.B.Padmakumar
Mobile : 9496391664
Categories:
segregations, fear, sick,
Form: Rhyme
(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)
Giants
Have filled
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing
With sophisticated
Heavy weapons
Connected on a
Barren land
Communicating
As from satellites,
Techniques and
Outfits of
The expedition
They got THERE
Thundering,
Murdering,
Raping, and
Reaping
The scarce
Bank notes kept aside
To launch our economy
here.
The giants are
Putting up stubborn
Resistance ready
To dismantle,
Horrify, and
Offer pretexts
For erecting another
Benghazi or Mali,
Somalia or
The Sudans:
Growing poverty
Exile
On the desert
Migrations
Corruption
Legislations
Segregations
Falling soldiers
Suspecting the
Innocents
Blackmailing
The weak.
Where are our
White hope of
The Opposition
And all the experts
On geopolitics?
Tell us whose war
Is it?
Categories:
segregations, anxiety, bereavement, war, words,
Form: Free verse
THE NEW DAWN
Sitting, relaxed, atop the cool grass-filled rock,
Jutting out proudly over the calm blue ocean,
I stared in stoned-wonder; held captive
By the magnificent rising of the yellow sun,
Ascending, gracefully, across the serene horizon,
And ushering in the bright and long awaited new world;
A world, free from the shackles of religion,
Unheld by the chains of ethnicity;
Devoid of the differences in colour.
A world wrapped up in the warm covers of peace;
Overshadowed by the immutable display of inestimable love.
A world tongue-deep in sincere equality;
Lacking the Political, Social, and Economic segregations;
Where none is poor or hungry; a violence-free
Community – where morality stands overall; scoring
On all points; in all ramifications.
I see a world where there are no foes – but friends;
Where the Lions lie closely with the Lambs –
Sharing, caring; and rapturously cherishing one another;
A world where the natural unites with the
Supernatural to form a universal positive whole –
Stamped with truth and justice.
This new world, which I speak of, begins with you!
(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe
Categories:
segregations, faith, world,
Form: Blank verse