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Best Poems Written by Toheeb Tiamiyu

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Cry of a River

There in the trigger
Of Africa's gun,
Lies a giant river
Rich in culture and wealth.

There's a loud cry
From that river
For an answer
Why she ceased to flow

There's a loud cry
From that river
Why she is
Now filled with tears.

There's a cry
From the fishes,
That has nothing
Nothing else to eat.

There's a cry
From the river
Drenched in her own
Fishes blood.

There's a loud cry
From the river
That has no where to flow
And her pride lost long ago.

There's a cry
From mother fish
That just lost
Another fry.

There's a cry
From the river
That has been abused
And caged.

There's a cry
From Nigeria
For a reason
How she became this.

There's a cry
From the people
Whose pride
Are battered and shatterd.

There's a cry
From the river
Asking how
The rain never falls again.

There's a cry
From an old mother
Who has just
Lost her last child.

There's a cry
From this poet
For a reason
Only heaven knows.

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Flying Without Wings

My flesh's flesh,
Whose thoughts are all but me.
'I love you' I say to her,
And she says back
'I love you more.'
This special word
As lifted me up,
High up, far above the sky.

'Me love' she calls.
And by my side
Always she stays,
Whispering softly,
I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U me love.
My heart goes up,
By the sound of her voice,
I fly
Far above the clouds.

This special feeling,
Those soft words,
Lifting my heart.
The stars in her eyes
Which has captured me
In an eternal love.
This special feeling I've found,
That makes me so complete
And flying without wings.

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To the Ugly-Bride-To-Be

You are beautiful, 
The old men find you irresistible.
The men, well dressed, 
Leg crossed, 
Sitting in their shops, 
Whistling as you take stops.
You catwalk, 
The *****cat never again walk.
Guys watching, your hips twisting, 
East to west.
Who will woo you first? 

I adore you, 
But give me all fortunes, I will refuse you.
Painting hands and lips are your morning duty, 
Abuse words only you know, yet you claim beauty.
You are so caring, 
Little needs of your youngers are frustrating.
You detest men with leg-edes-benz, 
And even toy with those with mercedes-benz, 
Robbing them mercilessly.
Making men meditate meaninglessly.

As the clock ticks, 
So, does the page of the day flicks.
People are not getting younger, 
Everyone and so should you have got wiser.
Be respectful and obedient.
Love your man and learn to be patient.
Be caring in all situation, 
And never give your man examination.
Behaviour, if you ask me
Is beauty, beautiful bride-to-be.

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Lost Without a Mother

Here is my journey of Life,
That all began
With that first cry.
My eyes shone in admiration,
When my mother's loving,
'I-will-care-for-you' eyes I saw.
Her tender touch
That caress my super soft skin,
Giving me hope
That earth might just be like
That paradise I'm coming from...

Now here I stand,
At the junction
Of Life and death,
Failure and success,
Sorrow and joy;
The right leads to success
And the left leads to life,
The back is darkened
And the eagles are flying
Right above the chick.

Where am I to go?
As all paths
Are garden of thorns.
Where is that hand,
With the magic wand,
That gave me hope
Of heaven on earth?
If she could just whisper to my ears and say,
This is the way to go...

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Green Is the Colour

The craze
And chase,
The loud cry out
And our laughing out loud,
Should I call this madness,
Or over joyfulness?

A goal was thrown in by Kaka,
All fighting for the Oscar.
Emenike opened the game
As Mikel throws the stone.
My heart is rising,
And my legs are squeezing.

Goooaaa! Oh no!
That was so close!
For uniting us together,
Football is the way and no other
As I'm celebrating with a white man
Right here in the Etihad.

They'll say never work alone,
But alone they got to their home.
The nozzle of the gunners
Couldn't even get the runners.
Yet they come banner high again
We will win today o, Amen.

A bridge can crumble,
The devil also fumble,
But like the morning sun
Never missing her turn,
The super eagle will always soar
With white and green her colour.

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The Inquisitors

Right from before birth,
All men has got the talent of being
A philosopher.
There we where,
Still pondering,
Should we go?
Should we not come?
Before mother
Without our permission
Pushed us out.
Some said we cried tears of joy,
But was it?

As a child,
We always wondered
So many things
That even father and mother
Stopped to bother.
Is the bird a plane?
Is the plane a bird?
We never thought wrong
Of walking about with pants,
But we always wondered
Why does she bends to pee?
Any why do I stand to wee-wee?

Growing older,
Into a teenager,
We kept the questions on
Is the moon round and beautiful?
Is the moon C shaped like we see?
Where is the sun at night?
Does the star sleeps by day?
And though we've been told not to,
We still will ask,
Should I love?
Why should I not have sex?
One rather 'wise' question
We shall never cease to ask,
Some ask themselves,
Others, ask others;
Does love really exists?

Its quite funny,
How the questions never cease
And how they hardly repeats,
With different questions,
At different times
On manytimes different things.
Even when the God-given
Beautiful black hair turns grey.
We still inquire,
When will death come?
How will she come?

Even now as you read, you ask;
What do we learn from this?
As some will also ponder;
Did he really do this?
Won't you?
Despite I am here, still asking
Should we stop pondering?
Same me, still thinking,
Should I have written this?

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Wish I Had Magic

If I had magic,
I would all my pains cast out
So I laugh for life.

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I'M Still Standing

A blow of pain
I have been strucked,
When she left me
To face the world alone.

Your well-played bluffs
Throwing me to the ground
Eeeeeww
Painting me with mud.

And when slaps of failure
Made me bow, 
With shame and disappointment
I buried my head deep.

Standing on the edge
Of the rock face,
My hands were left cold,
When you turned your back on my call.

Did you think I will crash?
Fall and never rise?
You mocked me with pity
Thinking I have given out.

See now, as I have risen,
Dusting my behind.
With my heads raised high, I say,
I'm still standing.

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The Dead Tells No Story

When the soul wind
Still flies about,
Life seems so precious
And un-ending.
Tales of life's friend
Told everyday,
But hearts which still have
The soul wind switched on
Forget in a brief,
Not until...

Not until
Darling soul wind ceases,
When tears lovers releases
For that heart.
That moment when sands are poured
And you can't do nothing,
I wonder what would have happened
If you still had that soul wind.
But here is the moment when all things blackout!

Or whiteout?
Well, I've not been there
So I sure can't guess which,
But i'm certain one day,
We all will.
When? How? Where?
I do not know.
Thence, I must live right
So my story could be told.
Cos the dead would be there
To tell, not even the name.

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Letter To My Lady

Oh my lady,
The mother of my unborn babies,
I write to you today,
With my blood as ink,
Flowing down my cheeks
When I think of how much
I miss you.

As I am held captive
Here in your heart
I have been made
To do wonderful jobs,
Keeping your heart alive,
Carrying your burdens
And lightening your stress.

I was freed long time ago,
But I fell again
And sentenced myself
To an eternity in your heart
With hard labour
Of loving you
And making you smile.

As you read this,
I know your joy has no bound,
But you are free to raise your heart
Without fear of high blood pressure,
Because I am here
Just right by your left breast
With you, Forever.