i am a wanderer walking Life’s streets i season my word-gruel with the salt of mortality i am a painter slapping paint on the canvas of hearts see my palette of words! i am a poet what can i offer but my beady words strung on the rope of time?
I am here and there you are In gestures my hands stretched yet touch you not And loads are there to infer to you And I spoke mildly, noisily and screamed But your understanding is shallow or your ears are shut as hear me they don’t For words say no more that can be heard… Continue reading WORDS SAY NO MORE by Eziudo Michael Nwachukwu
In the height of my fervor In the intoxication of my emotions At that moment when my heart is in control When my brain is soaked in chemicals And my blood flows with concentrated hormones I said those words Now that I arise from my stupor And awaken from my drunkeness Now that my eyes’… Continue reading FRAGILE WORDS
Those souls silenced in the excruciating agony of stillbirth Bloody foetus of murdered thoughts Bleeding lumps of rhymes Littering the deserted railways of washed out pages Now the graves don’t cry no more For my minds cemetery parades A multitude of ghosts Fleeting shadows of words Long dead? God bless the dead Those words that… Continue reading GOD BLESS THE DEAD
In slant and well carved holeWas it buried in a mild coalAs names do cleft on tombOn wall, was its speech dumb That, I supposed was a numberAn address, waiting for its finderClenched in front of the buildingIn hope not to fade of it’s bleeding The drooped paint pootled in shyBut that, I guess could… Continue reading FADING INK
If I have to spend my time, I’ll stay away from crime, To catch a perfect rhyme Using poetic words I refined, In each verse, they are confined With my intention well defined And no verbiage assigned I give a piece of my mind And pass wisdom to man kind If a rhyme could hide… Continue reading PERFECT RHYMES
At my speech, “blasphemy” they bore “Whoever gave this child a sword?” But to their Philistine unbelief I swore: The Almighty is the careless one That jeweled with gold this swine’s snout He has his ways apart from ours I am an ill mannered pen Borne of the slums of self experience Not of a… Continue reading ILL MANNERED PEN
Words are not expensive So I can afford to spend them on you Without being apprehensive. But then mere words, cheap Could steal a well guarded heart Or break one, chip after chip. “I hate you” could end a life Just as a casually whispered “I love you” Could turn a girl into a wife!… Continue reading WORDS