MY LOCER TURNS TO A WITCH ON SUNDAYS by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
I was as sure as faith and dance as darkness and its absence and as heaven and humans- I had no doubt that God was here And that God was...
THE RAY: Prince Hto Precioustwins
The death of my pen is never born The birth of my thought is never done The emptiness in thrusts of feeling muddle never throws The tie of my craft...
ASK THE WISE
Ask the morning that birthed Wise He will tell he does not know Ask him soaps and water that bathed his arts He will still tell he does not know...
KNOWLEDGE KNOWS
[caption id="attachment_5898" align="aligncenter" width="318"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Knowledge Knows][/caption]I look at myself and others, And I'm able to see who they truly are. That's who I am as I see: So when...
HOW SWEET (World Poetry Day Poem)
[caption id="attachment_4600" align="aligncenter" width="379"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [How Sweet][/caption]How sweet is a song? without someone dancing to it melody. How sweet is the food? without leaving the plate empty. How sweet is...
THE TRUTH (by Miranda Ogboru)
[caption id="attachment_1426" align="aligncenter" width="224"] The Truth[/caption] Let go of your erroneous concepts And heed these words! Like the Northern star, The Truth is always constant, Absolute, unwavering, wholesome, unending! The...