The dust clouds gathered and turned a tenebrous black. They acquired a fearsome thickness, and blotted out the sun from the earth beneath them. The winds blew, but it was not felt near the earth but far

FED TO SIZE is an allegorical poem narrated by a goat about to slaughtered by his master. The goat, at this point is finally disillusioned as he realizes that all the love shown him, in food and shelter,

His fears animalize And emerge as tiny dark ants Whose bites are only strong enough To keep his fidgety nails At vain work over the red hills they erect All over him.. Right in the centre of his soul They

He stared at her face awhile. It wore a cloud of regret. He looked away. "You regret this?" he asked almost in a whisper. She turned to look him properly in his eyes. She looked surprised. "Of

The glances were tender, fleeting, and brushed over his head and shoulders. They made him uncomfortable - the glances, or the eyes that doled out the glances. They were soft and creamy; and reflected a

HERE ARE MY ANSWERS!! At what age did you have your first kiss? I was 19. She was scared. It was her first time and she was bloody scared too and shy. And based on my dazzling romantic flows na, she had

Wait for the sunset. Keep your eyes to the sun. The day will darken soon And the wild shadows will disappear. Point your hands to the west Where the dying sun will swim to. Look at her clouds, They will

It was late, very late - minutes to a tomorrow, i think.. We sauntered down the slight slope of the long Abak road, exchanging witty remarks as the night wore itself out. I swung, in my right hand, a black

His forehead creased in a dark frown and his eyes sunk deeper in their sockets. The air sat still about his ears and his nose smelt the bitterness. His tongue tasted it and he spat green drivel to the

This is the last. The first was a close shave. Fear had thrived beneath the veneer of pride and arrogant victory. The loss looms lean and large. A purple mist shades the eyes. The tears fall too close

His knees know the feel of the hot earth. What choices do they have? Were they not designed To have communion with the earth? To suffer her temperament When the seasons change; Inflicting her with heat,

There is an inherent stupidity in waiting for a person's approval before you approve of yourself... Most people think you're good. You know you are. You've worked your life out to be better. But you think

I WONDER WHAT SOUL SEARCHING REALLY IS... Do you soul search when she hurts you? Do you soul search when she breaks your heart for the thousandth time? Do you soul search when, looking about you, you find

Hello Steemians. Today, I would like to discuss a literary issue; that of writing fantasies. Often times, African writers who have interests in writing fantasies encounter some form of opposition from

Hey Steemians! I'd already done this before, but my friends, @pope1995, @godwine and @edikanefanga challenged me to introduce myself with a sonnet (a poem of 14 lines).. I liked the idea, and this is it

A warm hello to the awesome Steemit community. My name is Divine and I'm just 2 days old on Steemit. Well, lets get to it then. I am a very active, multi-purpose person; engage in a lot of activities either

There were two of them, Small, and scurvy. They wore the same ragged pieces Of clothing, and toddled about the village, Hand in hand, with an almost impetuous confidence, Like a sun flaunting his orange

I walked into the clubhouse. Lady Gaga's "just dance" boomed from the speakers. I ran a hand over my hair to make sure they were smooth and imagined I looked like a black Ian Flemming, then went

Many say his heart has gone cold In search of the gleam and the glitter. Many say he has his soul sold, And in him dwells an emptiness bitter. Many say he is a petulant rock; A monolith of callous desires.

He will reveal himself; When the tides have ebbed And the white peaks of crested waves Have turned a pale yellow. He will expose himself; When the thunder rumbles From below the earth And the shaggy winds