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Patrick Godwin

The Passing Corona
The third poem out of my first collection 'My First Shot at Poetry' is a controversial one of course and it is about the pandemic Corona. Over here, I try to be a little sarcastic with this contagious disease.
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salim youssfi

I had to
I had to leave
I was with you I didn't feel a thing
But I'm back now
I couldn't live without you
I wonder what I did in my absence?
I was testing your love for me
I found the days very difficult
what about you?
I'm not going anywhere
I will be with you forever
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paywall

Blind Eyes
Just sharing my first post on here. I wrote this poem a year ago. During the pandemic, I came to understand my purpose in this life. I also came to know of those who have none. These were my findings...
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Joshua Nnadimma Ayozie

EPISTLE FROM SODOM
EPISTLE FROM SODOM

A chant from Delilah's laps,
Market sellers in disguise for life Autonomy,
Come let us dance it is our night,
It is time to let loose the open secret.

The Lyrics of Modernism

It seems I say it seems,
The shameless he-goat has taken over the turn,
Shall I not say history is again birthed,
The broad day light not again in the hidden.

The lyrics of Modernism
 
Clatter of cups of iniquity I can hear,
Sin and immoralities in matrimony, presided over by autonomy...
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Jaxx66

Leave Me Alone with My Blues
Some days, all a person has is
     their blues.
I'm talking the
     Albert King
          I've-Been-Down-Since-I-Began-
               to-Crawl
blues.
     The down home,
          Play-the-Other-Record or Two-
               collard-greens-with-cornbread-
                    on-the-side
blues.
     The kind where you just want
          to be left alone with your
melancholy. 
     Let me feel
          what I'm feeling.
The pain of living Black
     struggle, plantation
blu...
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Lawrentium

I could have picked my bride
I COULD HAVE PICKED MY BRIDE

'Tho I was yet to be created, I could have picked my bride a thousand years ago, 
Just right before the chaos began.
At least the time when we had girls walking miles just to reach their love, or 
Better: more the time when money was not in their diction when love was in sight.

At this point, all they saw was helping their to-be or partner for the future of success 
Let me not rely on these girls who now be like; wats up?, I need my hair fix, my nails are d...
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Pietro Sandre

FERRAGOSTO 1986
In memory of Elisabeth
I remember the hot air,
of that strange and magical night,
as it was now.
The clear and starry sky,
Like never before,
he seemed to be giving you an announcement.
And she next to each other,
like an ivy,
one body only opened the soul.
A few months had passed,
and marriage for me,
it was all over.
For over twenty years,
and four children,
in making love I closed my eyes.
I closed my eyes,
but it was you that I saw,
for over twenty years.
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thebrummybard

The World is Closed
The World is Closed

They said the world was closed today
So I went to have a look,
I found it with the shutters down
And the phone was off the hook.

So I stood there for a little while 
But no one was around,
Then silence came and startled me 
With the most alarming sound.

I asked him where the others were,
And why the streets were bare,
He whispered ‘Life had ran away 
While death was playing there’

‘Oh no’ I said ‘It can’t be true
For life is not afraid’
‘But no one ever...
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Jaxx66

Lunacy of Penning
I write daily. 
     Sometimes the
words that live quietly
     in my head play across the
paper as if summoned by
     a magical source all of
their own power.
     I am driven to madness trying
to play catch up to wizardry
     as words form from what is
held hostage in my head.
     Deprived of sleep days on end.
The words keep me awake.
     I tirelessly try to keep pace
as the words come out to
     play hide and seek, but it's
useless; the words live
     in an enchanted w...
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Pietro Sandre

Beyond the river the cloud
We were young,
in our city,
across the river lying,
you smiled happily,
you entered me,
and me inside you,
and it was forever.
There was a detachment,
that lasted years and years,
then we found ourselves,
on a warm and starry night.
There was still a cloud,
alone alone.
This is how it was an omen,
I'll wait for you up there,
until your day comes,
I will follow you and when you see,
a lost cloud,
you always know I'll be there
with my gaze on you,
I will wait for you but do not...
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E Mabena

WHEN LOVE WAS A GLIMPSE
WHEN LOVE WAS A GLIMPSE!!

It was us falling in love,
With our own hearts we puked to loved,
It was us devoting,
When i said i love you,
You said you love me too,
With your own tongue you vowed,
Only to know that your love was a taste,
It was never permanent,
It was temporary to fool,
When we kissed to our own hearts,
You said you'll never leave me,
It you assuring who i am,
When you said I'm yours,
I death was i to your heart,
With love as my grave,
It was i to love you to my g...
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E Mabena

WHEN LOVE WAS A GLIMPSE
WHEN LOVE WAS A GLIMPSE!!

It was us falling in love,
With our own hearts we puked to loved,
It was us devoting,
When i said i love you,
You said you love me too,
With your own tongue you vowed,
Only to know that your love was a taste,
It was never permanent,
It was temporary to fool,
When we kissed to our own hearts,
You said you'll never leave me,
It you assuring who i am,
When you said I'm yours,
I death was i to your heart,
With love as my grave,
It was i to love you to my g...
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Patrick Godwin

Strange Life
My second poem, out of my collection 'My Very First Shot at Poetry' is dubbed 'Strange Life'. It is a poem that manifests my life at a certain point in time. I had to abscond from home due to some hitches that ensued between my family and I only to end up sleeping in urine. After all I had been through, I still had hope.
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Patrick Godwin

Ghana the Grief House
'Ghana the Grief House' speaks volumes about how Ghana and for that matter many African countries continue to suffer after independence as a result of inefficient and ineffective leadership. This is the first out of four poems from my first collection dubbed 'My first Shot at Poetry'.
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Shannon329

Don't give up
Don't give up and you sometimes will it feels like your life is going downhill You ask why am I here do you really want to know sometimes you have to go with the flow don't give up it's not in God's will he will direct you, you just be still
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