I am a poet.
There is ink in my blood.
I flow through lines
As a river meandering its course.
My blood is ink,
Ink is my blood.
I give life to the depressed
I flow to educate
I flow to enlighten
I meander to caution
I wriggle to chastise
I correct ills in the lands
I flow beyond borders
I flow through out the world.
My ink flows ceaselessly after my departure
It flows to the land I never tread
My ink is my life.
My ink may look ordinary
But it is a potent force.
My ink does not faint
My ink is my blood
So, enjoy the drops of my blood
This is indeed beautiful! As you are, I also feel proud to be a poet! ' My ink flows beyond borders and flows to lands I never tread'! Great thoughts! !
great poem sir, dis is surely a gud example of wat a true poet is, tnks 4 sharin'..
It flows to the land I never tread. I really like it a lot. A poet's work travels the world, even though the poet never leaves their desk is what it says to me. Very profound! Keep writing, you're good.
This is very metaphoric and somehow very strong. To consider ink as blood can speak of many things and many considerations. Thanks for sharing.
A creativity and compelling composition. A beautiful rhetorical poem. Thanks for sharing bro.
this is amazing, and i really enjoyed the vibe. More knowledge
We are fellow vampires here, always ready and willing to drink black-blood. Great poem.
Such a poignant and descriptive poem from a Poet from Nigeria.... Same Country as mine...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have unwavering passion behind all of the poems I have read by you. Passion for poetry, for your people, for peace, for life, for your cause. It is refreshing. Thank you.