[caption id="attachment_2539" align="aligncenter" width="418"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Agony Of A Maid][/caption]It is not my making that I’m a maid. If my parents were alive, it would not be said That...
[caption id="attachment_2505" align="aligncenter" width="340"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Making Good Poetry][/caption] There are for things I look for in a good poem, immediacy, economy, intricacy, and history. The poem should put its reader...
[caption id="attachment_2506" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [No Sweating Rock][/caption]I'll walk on the path of shame Let men sit back to mock! Give me honour, what is fame? I'll walk on the...
[caption id="attachment_2503" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Futility][/caption] They wait; living in muted hope, Walking on the trail of this fading world… Ahead Time ticks, fast! Driven senseless by its tide, Having...
[caption id="attachment_2504" align="aligncenter" width="452"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Kirigina][/caption] Ekpein, my son, I once faltered on a palm High up there I almost passed I was dried like pond fish On the altar,...
[caption id="attachment_2491" align="aligncenter" width="300"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Triolet][/caption]A Triolet is a short poem of fixed form, having a rhyme scheme of AB, aA, abAB. The first is line repeated as the fourth...
[caption id="attachment_2470" align="aligncenter" width="412"] SHORTLIST Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize[/caption] After the first round of judging, below are the poems that made it to the shortlist of the maiden edition of...
[caption id="attachment_2475" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Since 1999][/caption]Despite their political lines, At fuel stations we still wait in lines. The young have become restless, Daily increasing their portfolio of crime. Workers...
[caption id="attachment_2476" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Vampire Of Connecticut][/caption]There he goes, the vampire, His heart o'erflows with evil ire; His sabre-teeth, sharp as a knife, Calls for blood, and he...
[caption id="attachment_2417" align="aligncenter" width="365"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Death Is A Venture][/caption]Some are happy to die, To go to see God and there lie. Their home is a solemn haven, Ours is a...