Black’s Artistic It carries hymns with it sailing the clouds of Universe Black’s Mystic On the floor canvas of Heaven it is painted Black’s the Ink For Deities to sketch life’s patterns Black’s the Link Between the Saints’ and the Devils’ dwellings Black’s the Wine Blood-red in the golden cup of Lovers Black’s Divine Martyrs […]
Ifeanyi looked for my trouble with this poem. A Different Kind of Hunger shot something into my veins that blurred the world around me; like I couldn’t see very clearly but the bits I saw, I caught with alarming clarity. This poem awakened a different kind of hunger in me, and I can’t wait to […]
The blank screen stares at me, beckoning me to write. I wonder if it has anything for me to hold onto, I wonder if I can look at it Without the temptation of a different kind of hunger. How does my life become what I’d rather it be, By urge of my will, without my […]
Last week, Keren stole our breaths away, literally, with that masterpiece titled ‘My First Kiss’. Yo, I relived my first kiss as I read those lines, and when the reel finished, I moved on to relive my best kiss ever. And what better way to spend your Thursday morning than a stroll through kiss-ville in […]
My first kiss Anything but subtle Shaming all reason Teasing Begging for more And more My first kiss Beyond deep Deep enough Lustful love Eyes closed Your soul I saw Your flesh I felt Hot and wet Like sugar and spice I felt your heat on my tongue Your hands traveling Searching, claiming, owning […]
Season 2 is here, and it’s still as simple as it used to be. Write a poem and following the instructions on the Submissions page, give it a chance to appear on Poets’ Thursday. 5 POEMS 5 SEASONED REVIEWS ARE YOU READY?
Friends Like the tide Come and go Ne’er do they abide Over hearts And minds They swell But do not dwell Tarry long I pray thee But they pay no mind Looking on to the next wind Plotting the next thrill Compasses leaning over keel Heart and hearth have they none Neither […]
Cece reviews Strong, a poem written by Wolfe. Strong is the kind of poem I would write when upset or depressed. The fiction is simple, and that is where it all ends. This poem has the ability to evoke the appropriate emotions. But the problem here is, it leaves the reader high and dry, leaves me […]
When I painted time, And mapped out seasons When I sketched days, And stretched out poles When I colour’d the night, And twinkled the ether And foamed the seas And trimmed the lea And vexed the gale And freed the dew And sunned the day. When I ensigned across the wet sky, And made a […]
Yesterday is a story of love, a story of war Of my deep-seated affection for And my battle with desires, Lord Yesterday is when I used my pen To write words, not hope Yesterday is when my heart pumped blood, not love When my feet trod roads, not dreams Yesterday is the awakening […]
