I am weary of your smokescreen And hesitate not to wipe the slate clean "I was your heart-throb" you said I am sick of lying on your bed A lie-infested bed of your making For a sec, I was not

On cold nights I stare. Fixedly on your pictures. Loving you has become my forte. An addictive hobby, I cherish. Never to unlearn it. I am sure you miss me too See my witness right there, In your smile.

Find the contest here This is the prompt- named The Forgotten One Behind my Expressionless face Forlon, I stand Behind the scene. Like some prompter Behind that same stage, where I acted. With my box of

Pogrom Diverse people confined, to a spacious nation with poky sense of unity The west claimed knowledge. East hinged on being industrious. And the others in overall gowns claimed power. Then, the pogrom

Hello fellow steemians, it is with heartfelt gratitude to my beautiful friends here that I make this post. It is officially one month I started steeming and I am happy to say emphatically that it has been

Haunted by your history. Divided by your greed. Disguised in self determination, and your beautiful black blood dampen the lands. Did the grundnorm not say Unity in Diversity? So ideal, but the diversity

Smile in the Dark That smile is so broad. It could swallow time alive. And methinks the clock is later than we believe, 'cos a century had passed, where I busy the night, adoring every strand of your blonde

I so much cherish these recipes. So, I decided to share them here. I hope you try preparing them as well if you do not know about them already The Nigerian Egusi soup The ingredients 200 g of Egusi seed,

It has been quite cold these past few days in Enugu. The rain pours and pauses and I'm compelled to write this poem. Imagecredit Your feelings, like August rain, sway unpredictably. Drizzle and yet pelt

You are my captor. And my poor soul your captive, dwelling within the walls of your heart. I pray never to break free. I have nothing to give. But bills of words, I will spend, on this white island with

Beauty is a person. Beverly is beauty personified. Or at least she was, 'cos she's dead. She was the cynosure of all eyes. A sea of eyes leer and lust after her. And a million lips wishfully bite for a

Imagesource Preach not life's perpetuity. And speak, never of its longevity, for it is human to die. To utter otherwise, is to tell a lie. Plastic surgery is possible by a surgeon. Later, wrinkles tell

Source With every ticktack, the fast ebbing dawn, slowly kisses sunset, into a fertile embrace of beautiful stars. With every ticktack, AM bows out of the stage. And gives way, as PM takes the mic, on

Source Idly, I sit at every full moon, admiring your image. Mooning over the very soul, that twisted my face into grimace. Eight moons have died since we moaned together as we growled and howled with every

For the umpteenth time, I looked at your face, As you lay in bed. Sleeping like a cherub without grimace. And I wonder if not my heartbeat you suspended. Your love, like a snowflake, glimmers. Erratic

Source All blades may go blunt but yours. Eternity, you spend sharpening this tool of destruction. Your face covered, not to see this customary sin. But today, your head suspends from the pole. Take him

source Your beads of worry around my neck. There is no knowing what you anchor or sink. Sagging pendant of uncertainty on my chest, has always eluded my wit. My predictions fail. And the bleakest of hopes

Source When loneliness came nude Clad with no name. But garbed with an acrid smell of hormonal change. I felt everything. And my hollow mind fed with wild thoughts. I decided to give it a leeway. But oh

This is my entry for the poetrydice contest. All thanks to @robyneggs These are the prompts in no specified order Minnow, footprint, search, light, power, fountain, identity, counting and arrows Source

Before the customary "push" escaped the mouth of the doctor, you dropped - like a tennis ball. Freshly forged from the anvil of a talented God. That birth was painless. I can swear to that. It