Showing posts with label Future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Future. Show all posts

Friday, November 22, 2013

Stop the Violence by Nomar Knight


Save the children of the street,
Tripping over graves under their feet.
Older people run in fear.
Pendulum of death swings so near.

Terrifying games are being played.
Hour by hour new graves are made.
Echoes of cries that will never fade.

Vivid memories of death and hate.
Ignorant youths challenge their fate.
Oppressed people flailing in vain.
Lads see a future with nothing but pain.
Everyone looking out for number one.
Never believing one day they'll be done.
Cries for help go undaunted.
Electric streets, forever haunted.


© Copyright Nomar Knight 2008. Reprint. All rights reserved.

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Saturday, June 29, 2013

10 year old poet's entry for #WarOfWords Slam Poetry Competition



Her teacher told her he was entering for a poetry competition with a theme "It to win it." 30 minutes later, she had written a poem on the theme. That was pretty impressive, but when I now watched the video, I tripped!!!
Omo, see the swag, and she is just 10 year old. 
You don't believe me, well, watch the video below.



ITEOLUWA AKINSUNMADE: #WarOfWords - In it to win
She is a 10 year old girl and is surely one for the future. 
Watch out for her.



Thursday, March 21, 2013

I Wonder.....!!!





I look out the window

Seeing the fallen coconut fruit
The leaves from the orange tree
The petals from the hibiscus plant
And I thought to myself
What does this day hold for me
I wonder

I stepped out the front door
Faced with the barking of my Dog-Bliss
Sighted the neighbors goat
Heard the crowing of the landlady’s chickens
And I thought to myself
What does this day hold for me
I wonder


Walking into the street
Hearing the blaring of the school bus
Seeing the impatient Dad blaring his horns at the front gate
The already tired mum dragging her twin boys into the car
And I thought to my self
What does this day hold for me
I wonder



Sitting in front of my PC
Writing this prose/poem
Thinking to my self
What exactly does today hold for me
I wonder



by FRANCISCA O OGUNLADE (nee NNADI).