WHY I WRITE by Olusegun M. Lawal
i'm able to usually writes to see the brand new days sight i will always paints to peer the unpleasant phrase shine vibrant What I do, what I assume What...
NICTOPHILIA by Tukur Ridwan Ishola
In contrast to my childhood fears The dim of the dark is where my serenity rests Solace is ever found Where all is out of sight As even the most...
HEARING VOICE by El Sane Ken Silencer
A time… I hear the voice Of an old friend, calling Of an old life, luring. A time of sages Painting and reminding Me of the old garage Where we...
BABA OYIRIMUSA by Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer
Baba Oyirimusa Why have you decided to use her? The path juvenile and green Does it add light to those frail eyes, so dim? Owning a ranch filled with cattles...
POETRY IS NOT… by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
poetry is not a petal it is a flower in bloom red rose, cocky bud thorns and leaves poetry is not a flower it is a garden in bloom bloody...
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2016 [APRIL]
Words Rhymes & Rhythm is receiving entries for the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) SEASON II [2016 APRIL] on the theme: “PEACE ON EARTH”. CLICK HERE TO ENTER [caption id="attachment_19627"...
A SAILOR’S TALE : THE DRUNKEN POET by Adeosun Oluwapelumi
My head was set afire My mind swarm in muck My eyes twiced my vision And I saw for meself a maiden image She was to me heart As the...
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2016 [APRIL]
Words Rhymes & Rhythm is receiving entries for the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) SEASON II [2016 APRIL] on the theme: “PEACE ON EARTH”. “Peace is the only battle worth...
BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2016 (MARCH): OGUN POET, OLUMIDE, WINS 2ND BPPC TROPHY
A young poet from Ogun, a state in southwestern Nigeria, Olajuwon Joseph Olumide, has won the March edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) 2016. Olumide, a Mass Communication...
ECHANTED by Michael Inioluwa Oladele
We heard the whispering song, Together with the beating gong. Its sound echoed through the reed The reed of an opening woodwind. In the greyness of isolated time The echo...