Maanu … down in my pot up on my team Maanu A red yellow drip a blur of reddish red. Maanu … drip betwixt my Palm. As I press, press hot seeds of palm Maanu. You dangle ripe up, upon the tree Maanu, beauty I adore You are down in my pot. Submitted byAneuPoetAuthor Picture
Poetry – Maanu
Poem – We Don’t Talk Anymore
What happened to the laughter? the happy moments we shared? when we tease each other and take no offense? What happened to my big head and your pretty little face? The one you seek out for? maybe you found him When I hear your name it reminds me of you these pictures of us remind […]
Poetry – What A World
I wish a better tomorrow was the next day Cause my mind aches from expectancy My heart from broken promises And my eyes from strain, trying to view if tomorrow was close by. Although they say, we are not of this world but why are we in this world. Cause I believe there is a […]
Poetry – Prayer to The Sea Goddess
Heed my voice, Olokun, Thou who lords over the seas And administrates the oceans. Take away this gentle gale and Send a mighty tempest from beyond To tear the sail of this vile vessel And turn this ship on its sides. Save me, Olokun Save me from Browning and his crew. I do not want […]
Poetry – A Poem With No Title
Brothers killing brothers; Countries differ, albeit, Blood from the same father shared, Suckled from a mother’s bosom . If brothers conflict to death on mundane ordinances, Strangers inherit their heaven. Soil is colored black for reason. The clouds cannot foe the sky Nor the water against the ocean stand To go against nature; defy God […]
Poetry – Nest
Nest. Like aqua, beds also hunt. Nest becomes abode. The habitual resort to haunt. Loitering birdies, Nest becomes the dwelling Placing their fate in the loin of their snug. To perch and peck hole on trees– As pigeons peas seeds, And wings claps upon the roost. In the loop of the birds nest. Submitted byALAO, […]
Poetry – Although They Left Us
Decades ago. Our predecessors allowed them in, only ended up being an intruder into the lives of the peaceful people. Though their coming at first deceived us, because of all their promises. Promises! That made us become follies. Follies! Who knew not their right hands from their left hands. Alas! They came to reap from […]






