Hit Me Back

Hit Me Back
by Slave Prince

This poem (or song) is for those who want to be a good friend to someone no matter how painful. This is very personal. I hope my friend read this.

Down The Memory Lane

Down The Memory Lane

by Dr.Blossom

**Criticism is wholly welcomed Dr. Blossom

Waiting

Waiting
by Mahoobee

Music blasting in my ears.
I wake up from a nightmare.
The lonely grey ceiling stares....

May Flowers May Die

May Flowers May Die
by Slave Prince

Across the river
Across the town
I had been in a flower garden...

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Scribbled Chronicle

Scribbled Chronicle

by Dr.Blossom

This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me. For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life. I hope you like it! **Criticism is wholly welcomed. Dr.Blossom

April Rain

April Rain
by Summer

Hundreds of stones were resting below her tiny feet
They're sending pain all over her small body
But she never really cared, not a little...

A New Blank Page

A New Blank Page
by DavidBokolo

The Pilgrim, inadvertently found the archaic code. Can you find the code? It's a New year puzzle.

Harmattan

Harmattan
by DavidBokolo

It is the season of the Harmattan; it’s autumn, when snowflakes falls as rain drops

Just Another Year

Just Another Year
by DavidBokolo

But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here

Strange Malady in the Wings of Politics

Strange Malady in the Wings of Politics
by DavidBokolo

His cherished warmness and oneness tossed overboard by a strange malady in the wings of politics, that has cast him in the mold of a fiendish, bloodthirsty barbarian.

Loving Again....

Loving Again....
by rekhanshiraghava

Broken hearts are beyond repair, what if you get an opportunity to fall in love again.

Where's The Pen?

Where's The Pen?
by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar....

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Politics in Vacuum

Politics in Vacuum
by DavidBokolo

"Thus, like the dawn of a new day, when the dark nightly clouds were chased away at the birth of the morning sun, the silhouetting shadows ...."

Spring Of Living water

Spring Of Living water
by DavidBokolo

Glittering darkly from a shadowed cast, stood the pool of water from ages past. Won't take of the water that will never run dry?

Super Girl

Super Girl
by Slave Prince

November 8, 2016. The day our Super Girl was born. Finally, I have a little sister!

“HOW DO WE GET TO THIS POINT”

“HOW DO WE GET TO THIS POINT”
by DavidBokolo

Still just musing about the state of my land.

TWINKLE LIGHTING STARS

TWINKLE LIGHTING STARS
by Dahmie

The stars that light up the night are far from little. They are just so perfect and right.

Moon flowers

Moon flowers
by Mahoobee

The little things saved the "broken love"

Upon the Savior's Footprint

Upon the Savior's Footprint
by DavidBokolo

A shimmering vision upon which my hope stays Yet, now I dwell in the squalor of earthly ruins A desolate forlornness amidst my strayed goals Only seeing darkly the brightness the morn brings

Deaths in the Creeks

Deaths in the Creeks
by DavidBokolo

The seize in the Niger Delta does not seem to be abating.

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It is the Savior's Hand

It is the Savior's Hand
by DavidBokolo

When he Stretch forth His hand, please, do not hesitate; take it.

Day After Day

Day After Day
by purpletears

Soemthing happens...

Angel's Bed

Angel's Bed
by rekhanshiraghava

In love with an Angel sleeping.....

Broken Heart

Broken Heart
by rekhanshiraghava

The title says it all, just from my heart.

Seeds

Seeds
by Mahoobee

All alone,
Watching the birds.
Counting the seeds....

AMAZING LOVE

AMAZING LOVE
by lizjay

God's love is so unconditional that even when we think we are all alone, because of the mistakes and sins we have committed, he is always there for us.

Night has fallen over the land at NOON

Night has fallen over the land at NOON
by DavidBokolo

It has never been this hard in the land. Yet, the managers say it is normal. To me, It is nightfall in the Afternoon in the Land.