john chizoba vincent

Gold Star - 15,541 Points (18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

I Am Word - Poem by john chizoba vincent

I will make pouring of words
Like a mourning for an only son
By the professional mourners,
For where reason fail madness may succeed.
I am word, I am the maker of words;
I eat word and words are the breath I take.
On my rhythms of words, beautiful virgins faint,
Words unveil my identity and leaves me naked.
I am word, I am the maker of rhymes.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Form: Allegory

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015

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