Biography of MAHAMMA ADRIANNE
Just a novice poet
MAHAMMA ADRIANNE Poems
With all the good things it boast of And the abundant bread loaf Stinks it of underhand Preying on someone else’s hand
Cul-De-Sac; The Unrecommended Path
That path is a slippery path. Spirogyra carpets the path. Spikes Ain’t on the path Nor bumps on the path.
Hearts are muscles With horns like Rams When one breaks Hatred surfaces The hearts
Me And My Critics
Me And My Critics As the quantity increase, The quality improve.
Tears I shed for thine tragedy The world treats thee with iron fist Thou live without family My both parents still alive
Fish And Chips
The fish and chips is one of a reminder It's one of the things I will forever remember To eat and write over it, is much of a wonder And reminds me of when I was a teenager
My Daily Prayer
Lord we are phoney, Thy mountains we trangress The hearts are not bonny, Thy rules they digress Lord we are not perfect, We must err Our heart desires we picked, Thy righteousness we deter
Evil Man Thou break the young heart She tender and so small
The Unheard Child
Mummy I make you suffer and it is not my wish in life Old am to wean you from the suffer but my brain is just the Gordian
Two But One In Spirit
Love is to make one the other, two but one in spirit The ghost wants to friend the living when I see that I begin to wonder
Farewell In all or good conscience I hate to say goodbye But it is something me can’t help
A Road With Two Ends
When I move the road keep closing and my heart keep pounding The roads are black and white and I can’t choose either One of the roads smell of dirt and the other bread and butter The roads hate me or am just dejected?
North And South Dichotomy
North And South Dichotomy The South is tall But the North is a fall.
Thine love's so strong As though lions' throng Thou art bella dona to the core Perhaps born with 10 Apgar score
“Thou art growing a wild bush?
Thou mayest not contain wild life.
The bush hath sentiments.
Phobia of a people,
Who are great?
The bush is depressed,
Demented and grayed.
Poetry is an insignia of intellect.