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Two Poems By Akeem S.A 

Documenting the times and seasons in lines and in verses is the obsession of fine poets, and Akeem S.A is not an exception. In these poems, “The Lads Rising, the Monarchs Falling” and “Wrecked Dream” he writes about the state of affairs in his home…

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Sacrilege By Shitta Faruq Ademola 

Shitta Faruq Ademola’s poem, Sacrilege narrates the girlchild’s plight with sharp imagery. He wears the rather tight shoes, which fate gifts women, and takes a few steps, and recounts the feeling which came with every stride in lines and in verses. Sacrilege a pleasant poem…

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A Tale of Two Cowards 

Written By: Samuel Adeyemi today, i am more splinter than bone,more shard than glass. i wouldrather break than bend for at leastthere is a finality. the pages of my life flip above thecandlelight; chapters charring to grey,though the paper hasn’t lowered into theflame. isn’t torture…

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The First Twilight & the First Hand 

Written By: Nwàohà Chíbúzor Anthony The Poet, Nwàohà Chíbúzor Anthony tells a melancholic ‘story’ in the poem, “The First Twilight & the First Hand”. Love and loss, two powerful and universal themes are central in this piece. The emotion every line evokes is powerful! In…

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Death Unmasked (Covid 19) 

Written By: Eduardo De Bosco The Liberian poet, Eduardo writes about the new tempo of life in Liberia since the pandemic. The closing lines are full of hope and positive vibes. This is a beautiful poem written in the form of a letter to the…

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Fireflies 

Written By: Franklyn Orode A professional civil engineer and poet writes a poem about nature Often they come on some forlorn eveningsThese distant relatives of the sparkling starsOut in the open field like innocent childrenPlaying on rainy days, oblivious of our painMyriads of fragile angels…

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Blood on the Wall 

Written by: Edwin Olu Bestman A Liberian poet writes about COVID-19 and the situation of things in Liberia Here we are againLosing our love onesIt’s raining harshly in our cityCOVID -19 ruining our homesAnd tears rolling off the windowpane Silent screams!Different voices playing in our…

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Diary Of A Boy Wearing A Frown 

Written By: Abuoya Eruot  i want to vacate earth without experiencing death each friday sermon,i yearn for a place that’s not even safe for god in plain language,my depression makes me tiptoe/jump out of my body into heaven/ for a dire aid but the atmosphere spins at…

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Sickle Cell Is the New Tribe 

Written By: Jeremy T. Karn for bijoux  you’ve heard about flowers thatgrow in the dirt.   there are flowers with thorns that grow in thebones & some that grow in your aunt’sbackyard garden     every morning as you fix yourbones in your body & dress for the…

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The Phantom’s Refrain 

Written By: Samuel Adeyemi A boy walks into a bar,swings the door openlike he is the wind’s first child.But a boy has no mother.The world commits another absurd adoption.A boy is another loose string on the cello,another wrong piano note,whose sound is swallowed in the…

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A Thing Too Stressed 

Written By: Precious Uwen when we started loving it was like we got new clothes. and we’d never stain it. But we wore our love repeatedly for days without changing it. We wore our love with the same pattern, with the same style. The same…

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BARE 

Written By: Oluwafemi Babasola Baby, I’ll walk this bridgeto you,even if all my feet feelis a thread strong as thespider’s web. Baby, I’ll fly to you,even if it means divingfrom this cliff withuntested wings. I’ll lift these layers of skinsthat cover me.I’ll unveil these masks…

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My Crush is a Black Hole 

Written By: Naphtali Festus Adda 1:13 am.i think of Prudence. how she flashes her teeth. how she weaves words like a basket. her beauty. her baritone voice – my phone rings, it’s another message from Quora digest, it reads; what is a black hole? //…

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To My Next Abuser 

Written By: John Chizoba Vincent When next you come stretchingyourself into a different nameless river,I beg to connect to your tide and waves,do not force me to spread my legsagain like those that came before youdid; I have not seen my period afterMallam Musa’ prayers…

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I am a chalice 

Written By: Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche I am a chalice full of sweet wine & my wine is for my priest, a priest I will yield my body & soul. Do not desire me for pleasure; look beyond my enticing hour-glass body & embrace my conscious cerebral…

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Meditation on Writing 

Written by: Pamilerin Jacob I fail miserablyat my most beloved habit. Suddenly, a stone is a stone. A cloud is a cloud. &the water in my cup possesses no ancient history. Not a symbol. Nota metaphor. The mornings are stripped clean of magic: birds, no…

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1967 

Written By: Samuel Junior Irusota (In Memory of Victims of War) Here: parents go to bed with no hope Of seeing their children in the morning Here, everywhere you go, all you see  is a basket of Bones__ Here, children are left homeless & defenseless…

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of rejection letters 

Written by: Olaewe D Opeyemi i must admit, i do not know too much about letters — any kind of letters except for the ones i was forced to write in school, the one WAEC asked us to write, the ones i wrote in farewell…

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Will You Still Be Family? 

By Joshua Tom A minor chord and then an arpeggio like a blonde on balé a question danced on my broken heart. When the melody goes to bed and there’s no strum or click, when our world goes silent will you still be Family? Oh!…

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Gabriel Dkings: Slavery 

Once we were slavesSold to the tragedy of lifeBeaten by the rain of sorrowSailed on the boat of difficultyLost in the forest of fearFound in the middle of confusion Where frustration became our new names Our minds were chained with liesSo we sang songs with…

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Gideon Emmanuel: Cobwebs 

How do our lives dangle in the scale of fate, Scared of a balanced end in the trap of death How does our conscience lay ambush to our trust And our mistakes like preys, lay When shall our thoughts be free from lust And our…

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Naphtali Festus Adda: insomnia 

the night is here again, my body is perfumed with a cologne of thoughts, of grief, & of grief still – the rain of the eyelashes is falling lightly  lightly on my cheeks it’s 10:39 PM already & my brother – a sleepy-snorer is calling…

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The Editor’s ‘No’ or Nod 

Last night, the editor looked through a pile of poems, where mine hid, with a smear of mama’s anointing oil, wrapped in the first prayer I mumbled after my last rejection. (Is there even a thing as last rejection? Is rejection not a long endless…

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A POET’S SOLILOQUY 

“When tears are in your eyes, It’s time to look inside, Your heart will find another way” –Enya Are poems not the pallbearers of a poet’s dead dreams & hopes? I am awed by the way they donate their shoulders to bear the pain Of…

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THIS IS HOW I MADE MY WINGS 

With sunken eyes in tired sockets, a girl ran after her father’s sigh; seized it, slit its throat, hid the blood-stained knife in a lawn of solitude & became the dream her father had on the night of her conception. She remembers her mother’s words,…

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AN ECHO OF SILENCE 

Because we do not preserve memories from decay By immersing them in vessels filled with formalin, I tried to remember you today- your smell, your kiss The beats and lyrics of the songs you said your heart Sang for me, but I can’t remember any….

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THE NEW DEATH MANUAL 

Pain is like alcohol. I do not know how many shots gets you tipsy, But the first time life served me shots of pain, I staggered home, entered into a poem & passed out. At dawn, mother dispelled the hangover with these words: “Daughter, pain…

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AN ARTIFACT OF A GROIN WAR 

Ekoja’s body was a haunted house. Haunted: by a glowing darkness; by a cocktail of voices fading into silence; by footsteps echoing a numbing pain. [You’ll never know that scars are ghosts until your deepest wounds die but you still hear their voices in your…

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STICKY NOTES 

We read the sticky notes on her wall today, “What separation technique is used To separate pain from life?” “How does a fish who lost its gills survive? Does it befriend the tides or surrender to The fangs of the waters?” “As a man releases…

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Even Death Has Regrets 

This is a slightly revised version of a poem published by Parousia Magazine in 2018. We thought to share this with you in the spirit of Easter. Enjoy this sizzling Easter poem! Stuck in the throat of the wind is a song, a dirge for…

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To woo a man 

Who said a woman must sit still like a statue or sculptured image under the tree of love and wait till the wind of fate blows down bat-eaten fruits into her outstretched hands? Who said a woman cannot stand upon her feet like a human…

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Shrines 

Today, a cold sinner will find warmth by sitting around the fire in a pastor’s mouth. but this sinner knows not that communion is a purgative which causes constipation, so he’d eat one piece of bread, and his tongue longs for another, then a drop…

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One of you 

Do not ask me again Why I hop from tree to tree like a monkey It is because I am in a frantic search For healing herbs for my bedridden country And just as the thunder’s applause welcomes the rain And the torch of lightening…

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Tell Papa 

Ujunwa, have they told papa that I am a story wrapped in a parcel, Held in place by a colorful ribbon of tears? Did papa believe them when they told him, That I am the ashes of burnt dreams, Waiting to be whisked away by…

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A Letter to Dawn 

As soon as mama weaned me
Papa stood by the corners of my mouth
With a gourd, full of wisdom
And told me; “Drink, my child, drink!
For life is a journey through a desert
Where there are no oases.”

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Come Watch Me, Dance Naked 

Jaachi, I am the tree which died in the seedlings you refused to tend. I am a memory you cannot drown in a keg of palm-wine, for like a feather, I will float upon the rivers of your thoughts till you recall and regret the night when you abandoned a broken flute at the village square, for I am that flute and wholeness found me in the hands of a drummer boy who lost his drumsticks.

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Bonfire 

God is like that favorite red dress she got on her tenth birthday. she loves it so much but it no longer fits. Her father never stopped saying she was a poem he wrote in her mother’s body & forgot its lines. So when he…

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BRITTLE 

my father’s voice is a dark hole. when I was six, I fell into it, tasted his liquid darkness and I became a light- too bright for the prying eyes of dawn. In my sojourn, I have climbed seven mountains of tears and crossed ten…

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Derivatives of Silence 

. a lady is holding god’s obituary- she painted it on a canvas of pain with the crayons of his silence she is saying; “i’m not an artist but i watched god die in the tears of a little boy, who was born with a…

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