Poetry Contests

If we were born blind

If we were born blind
We couldn't have differentiated mankind
We couldn't have seen the differences
Marked as races

If we were born blind
We couldn’t have been able to find
The differences in us
Marked as colors

If we were born blind
We couldn’t have seen the many notions
We couldn’t have seen these differentiations
Marked as white or black nations

If we were born blind
We couldn’t have seen Julius as black
We couldn’t have seen Nick as white
Marked as racism

If we were born blind
We could have seen only one color
We could seen the color of humanity
Marked as uniformity and equality

I WISH I WAS.

I wish i was there
i wish i had that chance
i wish my eyes witnessed it
i wish i was

i wish i told her
i wish she loved me
i wish we will be
i wish i never was

i wish i am him
i wish i had everything
i wish i would never need
i wish i was

i wish i would be you
i wish you would be me
i wish it was us
i wish i was

YOU THINK YOU….

Grasping is too much for one….
Knowing is a different game.
Judge me whatever way you please…
Way I look is an excruciating vision and…
Tormenting is a common thing…
Damn it’s the same shit all over…
Like a song says “Nothing Else Matters”
Listen and then come…
Experience it then I’ll let you…
For now I’ll cry myself…
To scare these tears runs in vileness.
Turn off these lights is my wish…
No more no more no more please.

CHILDREN IN AFRICA (C.I.A)
by: OLUMIDE FAMILUSI


Every single day in Africa
There's a child out there
Who's hungry and sick without meds.
And also without shelter and clothing
Needing for your love and succor

Every single day in Africa
A child goes hungry to bed
Looking badly malnourished and ill-fed
Not sure where and when the next meal comes
Lives in slums in unhygienic conditions
In a bid to break barriers and above par

Every single day in Africa
A child drops out of school
Due to Abject poverty and starvation
And an inability to pay school fees
Which results to disillusionment

Every single day in Africa
A child is psychologically abused
Sent out on the cold streets
To eke out out a living for his family
Inspite of very imminent dangers on his way

Every single day in Africa
A child wakes up to harsh realities
Sold into prostitution, slavery and crime
Against their own very wishes
To a world of hate and bestiality

Every single day in Africa
A child is faced with humiliation
Despair and suppression of own voices
He cant be heard and he's preyed upon
In a world where he seeks protection and love

So many have lost hope.
Some have had their trust damaged
Some are living for the day
Waiting for what tomorrow brings
In a cruel world that care less
About the future of the Africa Child..

" The midnight tears"

Silent cries awaken the night. Hearts breaking because of the fright. This battle here is such a hard fight. Never knowing if it's promised to be alright. The pain, the hurt && questions for God. Clueless, speechless && left alone. Dealing with these problems trying to stay strong. Where to go && who to go to.... wanting advice but nothing helps you. It's late, it's dark && the clouds begin to move. A crumbled heart && a mind very confused. Sorrow, hope, love they're all such words. Vision blurred, speaking slurred.Praying for this illness to be cured. This life that is lived, you will soon to forgive, the hurt is has caused. It's not easy, we noticed. And it is not accepted. The clock turns && midnight is here. Fear is alive && so are the tears.

- Kierra Davis

Who am I?

I dream of a garden of peace, I am alone walking on it with a hearty smile;
When I wake up all I see are tides of darkness crawling on me like a snail,

I dream of an angel, who whispers about peace
I found is the devil, which apprehends me to please

Why I am unable to reach out the sky?
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I?

I want to break the cage of the hate around me
I want to free my soul from the omen surround me

Perhaps, finding myself in me is a hard task
May be I am someone who wears a funny mask

Alas, I lost my identity with an Aim to fly
Who am I?who am I?who am I?

All I hear is Humanity taking a humble soft ride
What I see is Cruelty intheir heart’s dark side

To whom am I looking at (God) , to save my life?
He who smiles, when I walk on the sharp knife!

Yet, I prefer to live rather than die
Who am I?Who am I?Who amI?



Regards, - Mohammed Jafer

I understand

Do you have any idea how it feels to be stripped away of your person
For your emotions to be taken for-granted made to feel total desolation
Sometimes I’m recognized, sometimes I’m not
It all depends on if the world loves me or not
Will the world wait for me if I decide not to speak?
For I have waited on the world & have been let down
Love & hate such powerful words whose meanings can bring joyous days or devastating nights
I am only human or did you forget
My feelings aren’t here for you to use or dismiss
You’re happy now & things are great
What more can I ask for
Or do I even have the right to ask anymore
The things you said are etched in my mind as if written in stone
You know what happens to the past it gets forgotten
I’m a part of your past & your building a future
Don’t misunderstand your happiness is my happiness, your gain is my reward
I just hate to feel like I’m not important to you anymore
I know I’m not as needed or wanted as the love of your life
I can only ask that you remember me & our times without strife

MONEY – A SILENT KILLER

The only thing that rules is money.
For all the sour things, it’s honey.
It’s the best thing to have and live with
And things are away without this penny…..

Today it dominates each and every thing.
From childhood toys to a wedding ring.
It’s true, it always runs away from the needy
And sizzles with those have plenty to swing….

Earlier it was an illusion now reality.
Just own it and you have a variety.
Show it and you can play any game
And convert any fake thing to originality..

No doubt, it’s the power and everything void.
Use it anyway for any damn thing to avoid.
Yet, it’s wish has ill-effects too
And can send you from tranquility to paranoid……

It makes new relations every time.
On the surge of forgetting an olden time.
It doesn’t bring all the happiness indeed
And still we consider it the sweetest wine……

So dude and dudette take this advice.
Never go mad running behind this wine.
Though, it tastes sweet but effects are sour
And it’s a silent killer, will kill you anytime…….
(popeye@83)

How about a walk in the park
How about a walk in the rain
How about a piece of my heart
How about me being vain

Come stay with me
Come be my love
Come walk with me
Come to me my love

Test the water with me
Test to seek my love
Test the hands of time
Test the stars above

Long to be with me
Long the hours of day
Long to be my partner
Long in every way

Cast down the thoughts of high
Cast down the thoughts of loss
Cast down the worst of it
Cast down the weary thoughts

Lost is not an option
Lost is to be found
Lost is where we were
Lost is behind us now.

By Pam DeLoach Darby 6/11/13

A Poet's Mind
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Young...
But ready to be professional at the same time
I can play by words
And I can make the rhyme
Too close to fiction but closer to fact
Can draw the attraction
And minds with my poems react...

Stammer before the crowd
Don't have the talent to declaim my words
But on sheets
My pens are like swords

You consider my words are curbed,
And my ink is not enough to create an eternal poem,
And that my mind would get disturbed,
When I see someone else's rhyme..

But actually,
Honestly
And clearly
My motive is my heart
It's not me who moves my pen
But its beats which also made me write from the start

And I believe
With all the one behind my ribs..
And with the words between my lips
That poetry is a message
Not just a kind of art
Not just a drop of ink on paper to brag therewith
Nor for fame or money
It is priceless

By: MMA