I started writing poems at the age of 10. I'm a very reserved person and the only way I can express myself is via poetry. I speak ME in my poems. Read my poems and you've met me. I also have 2 novels in my name:
1) The Black Minds
2) Emotional Trial more »
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Vyktor Ekott Poems
Be the man
Be it right or wrong The strong can still be strong But the rules, if wrong Can make a strong man weak
I Crave For Success
I dream the future without the past Of when my success will be a blast Intent of heart, I see the best Hope for the future, with God I rest.
Is she the one?
She tends to the house, dishes and all She’s always there to lift me when I fall When in life’s prison, she’s a ray of sun I want to know, is she the one?
She'll Be Back (SBB)
I’ll just imagine I’m kissing The very lips I’m missing Since she left, I’ve been hissing Without her, my life is not pleasing.
It's Just Poverty, Fight On!
Though my growing up days weren’t easy I kept my little hands and mind always busy I went around with shoes without laces Doing odd jobs that took me to odd places
Adieu, my Love
Is it true that she’s gone? Touching her, I felt a cold stone Could this be my angel, lying lifeless My light’s gone, leaving me in darkness.
A Letter To Kate
Memories of you Falls on me like dew Those soothing smiles Is hoarded within in piles.
Did I hear you call my name? I was listening, though I was stilled with shame Was it real or just a game? I’m confused, ‘cos things are no more the same.
Love is a sacred institution That has to do with passionate dedication It brings you total satisfaction When you love without condition.
Touch me roughly, kiss me gentle Tell me you love me, share your love mantle Happiness comes when I gain your touch And your smiley face, nothing but posh.
Yes, my angel, I’m sorry I did you wrong War songs replaced our once love song Though we’d been together for years that long I was the weak one, girl you were strong.
MOTHERS' DAY: Celebrate Motherhood.
For nine months, she bore the pains Expecting nothing, but a mother’s gain You designed her clothes with infancy stains Now, will you make her sufferings go down in vain?
I remember, we were about eight or nine Dreaming together and laughing freely I never knew you could someday be mine And you never thought I’d become yours truly.
It was late when I knocked I never intended to spend the night I was in, and the door was locked Even in the darkness, you were so bright.
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Be the man
Be it right or wrong
The strong can still be strong
But the rules, if wrong
Can make a strong man weak
There's strength in weakness
If you fail to see with laziness
Forget your rules of hastiness
You are only weak, when you feel you're not strong
It's not about you...still not your fault
Don't play your creative strength to a halt
Don't be quick to startle or jolt
Play bold on your weakness, and be the man.