The chimneys black with smoke
and toxic woods get broke
to make flames for winter
...
With your memories in my heart
which will never depart
The art of losing is hard to master
...
The hereos of my fatherland
strived for a betterland
Like the king of the jungle
...
With the memories of you in my mind
I wish the wind can take me to find you
Now I am full of regrets
Still finding it hard to forget
...
Life is but a journey
The road gets tough
Everything becomes rough
Still we push through
...
Now the truth is out
I am in shock that I can't shout
Thought you were kind
Your betrayal strikes through like a knife
...
Despite several warnings
He holds on to his liquor, never a happy person
After several fights and arguments
He vomits and ends face down in the floor
...
Politics full of lies and betrayals
Parties gather enormous funds
Spending on campaign with fake promises
...
In Eko's vibrant city lights,
A shining star was born, on a summer's night,
August 16, a day of delight,
Tatyough Terungwa Thomas, a precious sight.
...
In secret halls of family ties
A monster lurked, with hidden eyes
Uncle Jide, a name that brings despair
A shadow that haunted her with care.
...
Their parents' love, a perfect blend,
A union strong, a story to amend.
Their father's darkness, rich and bold,
Their mother's light, a gentle gold.
...
Tatyough Terungwa Thomas. Was born August 16 2005 from Benue state Nigeria. He grew up in Lagos. Currently pursuing his degree in Law at Benue State University (B.S.U) Markudi Nigeria. He is a poet, model and content creator among others.)
The Dark Clouds
The chimneys black with smoke
and toxic woods get broke
to make flames for winter
The exhaust of the motorcar
is a weapon of destruction
like fuel on a running dynamo
The dark cloud block the sun
and causes frustration
and the agents if destruction
squawk like a parrot
The dark cloud frown
like a thunderstorm sky
thus acid rain and global warming
attacking the earth
Dilly-dally citizens in despair
Having trees and fresh air beyond compare
or living the rest of their lives in haunt
The greatest happiness if life is the conviction that we are loved
The first sign of love is the loss of wisdom
It is natural to die as to be born