Ebi Robert

Rookie - 76 Points (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

Moon Poetess. - Poem by Ebi Robert

hands flicker, the smokes hurries
And insignia like ice blows in appearance
So seated and commanding twisting joints.
Powers, so she use and sleep.

Cross like lights, like crowns.
And in moon, she exploit simile.
pair of simile, like smile.
married to a poet of the sun.

Seated in a throne, scrutinizing expected writer.
o' poet your tones are failing
Your flood is quited.
Take not my gown for a clown.

In this moon there is peace.
And my ink is agreeable to a moon cave.
And the election has ended.
Yet you are the poet.

No truth is bad as a poetess been a poet.
Posted to bright stool.
and good stew.


THE END





Poem About: Simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile, simile.


Comments about Moon Poetess. by Ebi Robert

  • Rookie Olayinka Samson Aremu (12/13/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    This Robert Ebi's pen amazes me! (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (8/30/2011 6:35:00 AM)

    you title is amazing
    and the poet is too
    haha, write more of this kind (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 388 Points Niamat Ali Murtazai (8/11/2011 10:24:00 AM)

    It is a good romantic poem with a strong imagination.'In this moon there is peace'is a charming description (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chitra - (3/7/2010 2:38:00 AM)

    the silver orb...the intriguing essence...all fit for a moon poetess! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014


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