Have We Become Too Busy For The Lord?

By Mairo-the-Poet: Lord, on your Second Coming Please do not return on a Monday Monday morning blues will be hanging around me like thick clouds. So I won’t be a good and amenable guest! Please on your Second return Lord…

Love

By Ace Hart: You’ve probably heard your fair share of love poems over the years. I know I have. But I had something I wanted to say and figured why not make another cliche. Love an intense feeling of deep…

The Vigilante Fights a lone battle

By Mairo-the-Poet: The sun dreams up a blood moon On a solitary veld. We made laughter roll on lips of ghouls Teeth bared at the innocent, sinister! Our victims are washed in blood, hear us banter No shackles on our…

Coo Me My Dove

By Mairo-the-Poet: Our love At its coolest should be hotter than an iron stove At its sweetest much sweeter than honey. Let roses sprout from the gentleness of our soft noon Let the primrose stand guard at our feet Where…

I saw red

By QUIBAOS: My sister made me mad last night. She guilt tripped me in no respite. I saw red and lashed at her. I hunged up on her. Not now will I give respite.

I hate You!

By QUIBAOS: More than the catbird hate the cat. More than sunshine hates the night. That day, I hated you more. I went; she’s crazy to think love above Allah. I was this close from catcalling you. I’m glad what…

Sensual

By QUIBAOS: Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grape fruit! Wanna eat them my luv! For they’re chubby and sweet! The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky It squints for a smooch…

I met God before I met you.

By Eyitemi Dudun: I MET GOD BEFORE I MET YOU My heart indites a good matter. I promise not to waste your time, it’ll only be a moment patter. Your eyes speak a volume words too heavy for your mouth.…

RUTHLESS

By Chinonyerem Chinwendu: I called you my Ruth, but you refused Ruth to Root Your name is like a silver spoon, but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal You are Ruthless…

Monster in the Coop

By Mairo-the-Poet: We all know there is a pond of motherless fish Whom the ocean hugs ever so lovingly We know there is a coop Of parentless ducks Whom the valleys cuddle ever so soothingly. They have cried their pain…