TEARS ON MY PEN

Posted: September 19, 2016 by Emmanuel in creative writting

I kept a straight line,
In order to be the best
How will i know?
My doom awaits.

I keep writing
True works, but no love is perfect
She is the reason i have tears.
A ink that fills my pen.

I put this picture,
In my heart
Everywhere i am, i keep writing
Clustered with tears.

I fake smiles,
As i keep craving,
I know this is typical of love
May be my tears will sing her song.

Possibly impossible 

Posted: September 13, 2016 by Emmanuel in creative writting

Heights of lowness
Nothing can be compared
Events with no choice
Created a distance of no time.

Possibly i will die,
Impossible, not now
Possibly i break,
Impossible not with no strenght.

Possibly no joy
Impossible i have it,
Bleeds not of razor
Impossible you cant see my heart.

Sunshine impossible,
Possibly, the clouds waits
Possibly i hate
Impossible, i still love.

MY ROUND TABLE

Posted: August 18, 2016 by Emmanuel in creative writting

Every person seems pushy
Hours to fetching fame for other
The yellow ball travels far
They seemingly sets at a round.

Here, every word means yes
All hidding lies bloom,
Any word said comes with honesty,
Not even the law can carve out such truth.

No harsh face,
Merriments with gestures,
Laughter with grin
That’s the chief executive of the day.

My round table,
Different colours with labels
But no trust of the fellow
A place where sadness are left out.

A MEASURE OF LIFE

Posted: August 3, 2016 by Emmanuel in Poems

a measure of life

I am weighed,
Not with kilograms
But with grade;
A woman’s preference.

I sent my last thought
It bounced back,
I remembered the list we created
A master of no confidence.

Upgraded…
yet I couldn’t measured up,
I poured with shadow lights
Its heaviness turns mirage.

Slowness…
This is my page to write,
My picture to burn
My measure of life.

HER LAST WORDS

Posted: July 29, 2016 by Emmanuel in Poems

i miss the love you gave,

the cares you lavished,

your passionate touch

your hairy chest and biceps

your voice so calm.

it was over with my words,

all your words are mere talk,

all your letters are mere notes

as thoughts becomes noise.

drenched in tears,

the reality of lost comes in

and happiness a disjoint

all hope seems lost,

our future, a preview of uncertainty.

a heart that loves is hurt

tossing all trust in the trash

a betrayal of love

a betrayal of life

a simple goodbye.

FOREVER

Posted: April 24, 2016 by Emmanuel in Poems

Joy abound ,
It feels like a den with help
As I venture into her presence,
My heart flutters with happiness.

I gained all trust
With all pleasantness
My mirage of meekness
Up because of your tenderness

I missed the road
Yet you found Me
My lips keep praying;
An everlasting love beget

I don’t know what else to ask.
I pray we be in love together forever.

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SET SMILES

Posted: April 6, 2016 by Emmanuel in Poems

Happiness in disguise,
Youths runs with hands tied,
Every unit,  thorns and broken
Yet we smile with pains.

No Place like home is our song,
As if our home is paradise,
Nothing seems to hurt us
Our dark skin is a strenght to go on.

No love, No hate,
We seems comfortable with our predicament
We pray as if we know God,
Religion seems to make our problems worse.

Our Economy escalates for nothing but bad,
In-spite of all, our smiles lives.
I watch as these smiles encloses,
All praises goes to Nigerians
In the journey of suffering and smiling.

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JOY IN MY TEARS

Posted: April 1, 2016 by Emmanuel in Poems

Every little time
Every single word
All settled smiles
All I remember to my disadvantage

I opened my eye
All I see are my hopes fading away
Waving at the pathway of goodbye
I dropped my strenght in tears.

Years to it, I pictured
You walked in like a visitor
Your scents, I percieve no more
Your voices made Me turn around.

Looking at the face I loved
My heart shrinks only to run fast
Over joyed, my clouded eyes gives rain
My lost friend is back to life.
(A hope of ressurection)

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Miscarriage

Posted: April 1, 2016 by Emmanuel in Uncategorized

Pick and droped
Not of the head attire.
Career of its droped
Will you rather pick it again?

Lies in death
The hope of rage
If their is time within range.

So weak with tiredness
All veins drained with blood
Water out it flows
Another life gone in a row

Heart broken when dropped
A miscarriage of love
Brand new age with a hiss it goes
We try harder to pick it again,
Just to be droped prematurely.

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