Biography of Saintdc Reward
Im the shy type of guy, talk little n an introvert., so i find in poetry an avenue to let off some steam...i write when i feel like n could write one poem a year if the urge to write is lacking.., i like real people not pretenders...
Saintdc Reward's Works:
Working on two at the moment, hopefully wil be out by next year.
Saintdc Reward Poems
Letter To The President- Dedicated To Th...
Tell me, I really want 2 know; hw much longer, how much more souls; i dnt want d usual endless tirade; of U handling it n stil evil grows;
In My Closet
In throes of grief wit no pal nigh my aches let out in trembling sigh no hi from all my dearie pals they all and sundry wandering far
Thinking about the knocking rain hitting hard upon my thatch roof trickling down my windowpane after hitting upon my thatch roof
Think About Those Hungry!
Think about these shrinking limbs; pleading eyes and wanting lips; gaze once @ these screaming ribs; of lives wasting away in hurtful beeps;
Lonely In Da Crowd
Like a tree in a desert i have sat lonely; all through the morning like a honeycomb with no honey;
A Little Self-Esteem
To them that hear the word and believe with al sincerity they shal nva die by the sword that cuts down those not in conformity
Turn back from those path that leadeth you not to Christ now you may think yourself smart but the wrath of God draws nigh
My Baby Brother!
A little peace and quiet under our roof then he must be in bed the chairs and tables stand aloof as he awakes with havoc wit no end
Love Through Distance
We've been far away for quite a while but with every passing second we really got closer, thats because we each lost our hearts and got only half of a brand new one....
My First Heartbreak
I found it easy staying up that night turning, tossing or just staring at the stars the ache you gave stil fresh in my heart my mind growin gloomy as the slow time flies
He's so scared of his books running undercover to outrun his sums reading always with clear blank looks you will get scared by his frequent tantrums
The Lagos Sea-Side
The evening breeze clear sand by the water side crabs in holes not quite deep and trees dancing to nature's beat
My heart bleeds for joy rivers flowing down my scorched cheeks silent heart speaking more tears, pleasant grief at their peak
Lonely In Da Crowd
Like a tree in a desert
i have sat lonely;
all through the morning
like a honeycomb with no honey;
I feel like talking
but there's no one to hear my voice;
to throw so many options
but none to make a choice;