#poetic-surge

We were bonded but apart Like the sun and moon We ruled our world apart But of our love we knew We pushed against all forces With my zeal like fire Her commitment like the wind We burnt past all barriers

source Love is a beautiful feeling One I never did believe in Until I met you and saw your face And my heart melted under your gentle gaze My heart stopped beating My lungs stopped breathing My whole world

My morning is scarce of dews My night abandoned by the moon My sorrows multiply each noon My life is far from pleasure or suit My genes are allergic to miracles I have cracked up my brains and knockles

The gentleness in my mother's heart Is the fire that burns within her African bones The fire that rages within my mother's bones Is the strength of her pure heart My mother is the lion that roars It's

This is my entry to poetic-surge contest by @tony-duke and @ajremy "Victory" The eye eats the crispy note and bleeds blood Victory is a trophy from a bloodless battle When the heart has a scar,

I wrote a poem about how I was given a chance to live and still wasted it tho. I don’t really know what’s going on with me and I’m still trying to figure things out. In it was a question that until now,

The scary night has come Along with my nightmares With the croaks of frogs Heating up my night fears Now the rain threatens to fall With thunderous lightening Anouncing its mighty falll Leaving me scared

We've never done this before and this might sound a bit weird for people who have been contesting since the start of this contest. There were a lot of very good entries which made it hard for me to choose

I've been working really hard these days to keep the poetic-surge afloat so we can keep helping as much poets as possible inasmuch as there is not much support coming forth for us from whales or dolphins

For ages i have sown My seedlings have grown With hunger i sleep And wait till i reap But there came the drought With dryness and dust Now no green leaves to flaunt And harvest cut short My store was as

This is @ajremy with an important announcement about the Poetic-surge poetry contest I'm writing this post in response to inquiries about why the results haven't been visited yet and why my comments and

source This poem is a paradoxical poem that contains basic truths that appear nonsensical at first glance. These hidden truths can only be unraveled after a close study of the contradictions present in

FIRST QUATRAIN "Am still young as the rivers that flow Chasing the wild which wanes Though the blossom is all but show That which is sweet also pains" These first four lines represents the early

God bless my bosses @ajremy nd @tony-duke for giving poet motion on steemit.. Explanation of the poem goes thus Am still young as the rivers that flow Chasing the wild which wanes Though the blossom is

Here is my entry for the poetic- surge poetry appreciation contest put together by @ajremy to appreciate "Within Me" by @eliasjay. I'll attempt a line-by-line analysis of the poem. Am still young

This is my entry for the Poetic-surge Poetry Appreciation Contest by @ajremy. See the contest here. Using descriptive pictures and the power of words, I will be interpreting/analysing the poem "Within

source This poem titled "Within Me" is composed by @eliasjay & is being appreciated by Me. You can find the link to the poetry Here "Within Me" is a poem of three stanzas of four

Poetry is something i have and would always love, today alone, i have written 3 poems and recited one spoken word poetry; So appreciating a poem especially one as beautiful as the one written by @eliasjay

This is @ajremy with the announcement of the Poetic-surge Poetry Appreciation Contest. Last week @tony-duke held the second edition of the Poetic-surge Poetry Contest and we received a few very good entries

credit When times of sorrow Comes each day I always feel sad And sigh away Always a war,needs fighting Always a life,suffering Oh,how i wish I wish for peace Though i know it is a test Laid for us by God