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| TOLU DANIEL (IN GLASSES) IS THE WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH |
SURVIVE - POEM OF THE MONTH
When the tracks of the rat race shatters apart
It won't really matter which rat was the fittest,
So, let us break free from our 3-dimensional world
Let us think outside of this global spherical box;
But first, we must let go of what is & reach out to what will be
For we aren't ready to dream ‘til we've closed eyes to things seen.
This world is led by pregnant men,
Not politicians with pot-bellies;
People who birth new habitats for the future,
And new worlds for their realities.
Therefore, mark these words:
Only such pregnant men will survive this world.
Tolu Daniel
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“It’s an instinct”
Life begins as a race, you age with
grace,
Boots are lace with pace, while you
struggle to be at ace,
Our space in our place is void and
empty, shallow in hope but deep with despair,
Nightmares are tales on walking
faces,
Ideas baked in beautiful thoughts,
served as empty dishes,
Dreams blown away by the brutality of
reality harsh winds,
Feet swollen with trays of
merchandise on Sun-baked brains,
Schools and Institutions drill
gruesome pipes into depths of empty pockets,
Being broke is actually not funny.
It’s a survival of the fittest… But
what if I ain’t really fit?
Don’t worry all hope is not lost;
survival is the instinct code we live by,
It’s an instinct i have found in all.
Asapen
@Akinyemi
Akinmusire
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I’LL
SURVIVE
Again and again, memories of yesterday flashes my mind
Series of lashes and punches
Landed in coma, then passed on
I don’t know if this is for love or
personal reason?
I’ve being surviving since then and
will survive after then
So, I’m wondering why you want to
follow the same road
You know I’ll survive with or without
you
I can see you’ve made up your mind
Here is my little penny
If this is for love, please don’t do
it cos I’ll survive
But if it’s personal, good luck
As for me, I’ll survive
Wale
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The
Survivors
The Survivors
They say those who answer missed
calls
shall be lost in a flash,
but we crossed the liquid mirror
and turned back into the future,
just to affirm that seeing is not
believing.
There were casualties at the peace
march,
so they buried the survivors in
graves of dogmas
and camped the victims in sacred
sepulchers of excuses,
somewhere on the wrong side of time.
Our earth is dying of thirst, but
there is water on the moon,
tonight all we hear are the
howling trains and the barking dogs,
.
Soonest
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Do not die
The dry tree
whose expected
fall
defied all
dreams
The leafless
tree
whose seed
outlived its stem
with nuts
knocked into the drain
Do not step on it’s
tail
the cobra is
only dead without a tail
Do not die, no
not yet
death is lived
in life
and will
certainly suffice for 'survive'.
Chris ' n' John
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PENSIVE MORIBUND
Silence is golden; yet no more
Silence birth thoughts;
thoughts that tortures the soul
Dark cloud looms; the sigh of
death lingers
Shall I survive?
Tick says the clock; but death
says the time
Hell freezes as I spit words
of a bled heart
Shadows lurking like ghost of
damnation
There is only this path before
me; a choice made by the heavens
Can I survive?
Time draws to a close ; As the
curtains falls on a lifetime.
My breath shall return to the
nile
And the river of life shall
flow in the faces of men
Then the streams of their mind
shall listen to the deafening echos of my still breath
Saying, I am home in my
mansion; I have survived it all
To die and to have embraced eternity
is to have survived death
Emmanuel Ifeanyi
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How short is Life?
Death is now a
distant memory
For those who
are dead
The life they
live, we will find out when we join them
But not yet
I will survive
here
Where we fall
and learn from our failures
Being among the
living not the dead who are living
I will die a
thousand times not to die this one death
I will wear the
mantle of hope in my heart
Love and then
hope the sun rises in the souls of men
“Life is short”,
they say
Be alive,
survive
Ifeanyi Okwosha
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Petrified...
What could little Favour have done
In the choice of birth
Place and to whom?
Time and circumstances?
9 years old
Mothered 3
Victim of life.
If truly this whole existence makes
sense
What could have been the sin of a
9year old?
Plagued by illness
Bereaved at dawn, dusk came too
early.
-Amami
H.
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Survivor Sonnet
Blighted wounds
Stolen arrows,
Bleeding suns,
Tearful moons,
Crying tempests,
We all die in our treacheries
Our nights yawn
For weeping dawns
And memories of perfidy
Continue to assail
Our wretched mortalities
We grieve,we groan,
Yet a survivor
Breaks dead hymens of sinful
saints
Teddy Ugonna Richard
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The Edge
One last step at the edge, A
man stands to fall.
At the brinks of moribund
hopes he summons arousal of infernal replete.
He will taunt his sorrows in
fated uncertainty, and laud his declension to lucifers lair.
One last step at the edge, A
man falls to dust.
He flirts the silent dark and
hopes exultation in the embrace of agony.
He will not fear the espousal
of the soulless, neither the peace where bones rest.
One last step at the edge, A
man dusts to triumph.
Though earth may rumble with
repressed cries of despair, his faith will contest mortal thorns.
And as he becomes subdued by
the tentacles of his fallible will he breaths, still.
One last step at the edge, A
man triumphs to glory.
Night has befallen the heavens
and the gates of damnation flood with this promise and a hope.
Like sunrise, virtue begets
him from the shallow pits of the Forgotten to tell his story and a beginning.
From fall to triumph, and dust
to glory A man is as he scripts.
Until A man dusks will he
dawn; when his tale thus begin... I survived.
Segun Peters
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RIDE AND RISE
Are you defined by your
skin
Or by what lies within?
Do life's stones cause
your fall?
Or do you use them to
build a wall
Or as stepping stones
till you stand tall
Most smooth stones have
survived beating
Sharp swords severe
heating
So when your success
story is told
There's likely been
heat, knocks & even cold
Cats and rats may laugh
at you
Snakes and wolves may
try to get at you
But when riding a
phoenix flames don't burn you
Erhio
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Sausage Roll
Not even the blisters can stop
The still strict sting on top
My tender skin
Pinned to a napkin
This matter
Is beyond 'go to the ants'
Even the ants need a wrapper
From this ferocious tyrant
That's how it rolls
Without sausage no sausage roll
To reach your goal
There must be loop holes
The still strict sting on top
My tender skin
Pinned to a napkin
This matter
Is beyond 'go to the ants'
Even the ants need a wrapper
From this ferocious tyrant
That's how it rolls
Without sausage no sausage roll
To reach your goal
There must be loop holes
Tobi Best
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LIYA
I don't know
about days anymore,
They all seem
same.
I watch the
world slowly each passing day,
Through small
circles of iron panes.
The dark has
become so bright,
My rock of
serenity.
My eyes no
longer flash fear,
They got
accustomed.
Times have
become elusive,
They exist only
in fractured spaces.
Here, I await my
verdict!
My only crime-
my faith!
pricilia
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BLACK SOUL
The blue looked
upon the earth with disdain
As dead muddy faces glided on hope drained.
Many men survived the treacherous war
We mourn and set this cradle to the grave
Conquered in victory yet Found and Brave.
The center cannot hold they sing
Bleeding through eyes that see nothing
As dead muddy faces glided on hope drained.
Many men survived the treacherous war
We mourn and set this cradle to the grave
Conquered in victory yet Found and Brave.
The center cannot hold they sing
Bleeding through eyes that see nothing
Pure black soul
of rage and beauty.
We survived the
Imposter after the rain
And a dreamy
dance dawns, what a gain!
Raise these
mending walls pure black soul
In your hearts
where the sidewalk ends.
- Amar Basil
- Amar Basil
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FRENEMY
Just Like Jesus
I walked on the
Mediterranean
To reach You,
dear greener pasture
From Libya to
Italy,
I became a
prisoner of freedom
Just to see you,
dear Liberty statue
Now that I am an
“eternally” displaced person
I can concentrate
on a Jewish identity in this camp
Maybe, Just Like
Jesus I'd rise again
After all my dry
bones had survived hell on Earth.
So this poem is
for you, my frenemy,
Who coated life
in the color of the rose
These words are
an insurrection towards you,
Who never let me
feel the gap between birthing and dying.
Lolade Oye
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WHO WILL TELL US?
Who will tell
them that it is not yet over?
Who will tell
them that they could still crossover?
Who will stand
in the gap and soak hope for them?
Who will tell
them they could still see in the night?
Tell them in
dirt we still find gems
In foolishness
we still find wisdom
Tell them not to
give up
Tell them dying
is easy
Tell them they
must survive
Chisom
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The big Sur
Free standing
body of water
Lengthy
coastline affixed to and totally unafilliated
Surnames- the
name that comes after the conclusion of the matter- declaring paternal
or familial
identity
The name that
comes after.
Like sur-viva!
The prefix
before life
The life that
comes after life happens
The happenings
of life are a completely
forgone
conclusion
But those that
live the life after life are
those who are
able to get out of life alive
Those who turn
lemon into ice cold lemonade mingled with something abrading the throat,
to make an
aperitif!
Andrew
White
