Passing Showers.

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Yesterday a passing transient shower, Slaked my thirst so gently, softly, Parted my lips, shook my bones. They say the world is dying, I know, I remember how you said love died. It was a passing shower, a fancy, That left you cold and shivering. This…

Review of Aremo Gemini's Irawe by Ola TheRAWPoet Adene

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THE POEM WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER THE LOVED ONES YOU’VE LOST – Review of Aremo Gemini’s Irawe by Ola TheRAWPoet Adene When a loved one dies, it is never just about the pain and the tears associated with the period of their death, it…

Bleeding scars.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv98UGrFisc Tap on Video To Watch Click the three dots by the right to download audio Play and Download Audio Here just like above Lyrics Bernard Bernard had a lot on his mind to say that day But…

My name is not matter

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This body swelled and stored fat without my permission. It shoved off measurements and proportions as it bloomed into society's black book. I try to convince myself that a giraffe is not a model because every elephant has a trunk but I do…

Lazy Nigerian Youths - Motmot

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About the Poet Isaac Idehen Ugiagbe is currently a 400L student of Geomatics in the University of Benin. He is the lead graphic artist of Sensei Graphics, a lover of the piano and a Spoken word poet (with the stage name motmot) who aims to…

Emotions

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When I think of emotions, I imagine a switch. I imagine that love is a lightbulb in the room of my heart and I am comfortable in the dark. My eyes are dark adapted and my body has gotten used to the inescapable collision of darkness. I imagine…

Face in the Mirror.

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When a mirror stares at me, It gazes in scrutiny the curves of my lips, The puff of my chins, And the sparkle in my eyes, Then concludes upon its sham. When a mirror stares at me, It sees my whole life in a glance; The crashing of a thousand…

REST

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People assume that I’m okay, Ironical, strange, tragic. They see that I’m tall and strong and so they bring them; Sweaty backs, laden with the stench of trouble Stomach’s swirling with too much wine Head full of discordant thoughts and…

The Girl Who Broke Her Heels.

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Staring at the mirrored door with second checks, She finally walked into the club, teetering on strapped stilettoes. Her body is sucked into a short skirt, The scooped blouse shows off kind cleavage. Her searching eyes danced around the…

Perfect

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You’re a wordless poem I hope to perform Soundless music by a hyperactive orchestra My mind’s obsession painted on a blank canvas with the colors of the rainbow and the sadness of a soul You’re an art form A masterpiece The proof…