Suicide
shattered
and scattered
lonely
and disillusioned
his world
hung on a ragged
knot
the birds sang away
in the trees
the clouds shifted
about to fall
morning beckoned
but he was gone.
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The Sun Shall Rise
Though the sky be dark
With clouds
And it rains
Without cease…
Though Grief perches on the wall
Like an owl
And hardship drums
Her rhythms on the door…
Though the barren fingers
Of the dark
Touch off on everything
And you ask…
Though it be dark today
Pot-black sky
Flakes of soot raining
And you cry…
Lo!
The barren fingers of the dark
Shall recede!
The Sun shall rise
Never to set again
It’s golden streaks
Dawn to dawn
Shall permeate your world
Do not cry
The Sun Shall Rise!
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The Lonely Voice
A lonely voice,
Long-drawn-out,
Emanates as from nowhere,
Impregnates the morning air
Birth is given
To war-set warriors clanging
Matchets and chanting
War songs
Dusk and the world is laid to waste
Staring back nostalgic stares
At the ruin of its own hands.
Lonely voice say what you are
That makes widows of the newly wed
Orphans of the newly born
Gloomy of a sunny day…
These pressurizes chants of your praise
Do betray
Pent up fury
At your heraldic calls!
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Fugitive from Justice
The Sun let down
To hide its shame
The earth runs
Like the fleet-footed hound
The stench of blood
Palls the bleeding knife.
What river of tears!
And the sudden market where grief was sold,
Fugitive
Fugitives there are too
From the wreckage of the tongue and pen
Fugitives from justice
In the very home they live.
Run, Fugitive, run
From the shadow that trails
But Justice grinds exceedingly small!
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The Rain
The sun ripened in the sky
Plucked by unseen hands.
Blind clouds groped through.
The wind picked up her broom
And swept neatly through the sand.
The trees argued fiercely
Gesticulating and turning.
The skies were hurrying about for a shelter
And from the distance,
Between thundering,
A spray of cold rain came
Hammering on the iron sheets!
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(c) Clarius Ugwuoha
Nice work , strikes me of a blend of Ohaeto and Ohanyido styles.Keep it up.
a very nice piece, a voice all its own
Nice collection
that’s a fresh breath
Beautiful piece,fresh and inspirational.
By Prince Patrick Eweka.
i think the author is one of the most creative writers i’ve ever known infact his poems have made my day kudos to you clarious.
I think you write good but your imagery using nature is rather difficult for me. I can tell that you have ideas but you could explore other medium of expression as it concerns imagery. I live in a city saturated with technology, so I have a bit of difficulty imagining your allusions to nature.I can but not when it stretches.Tedius.May not be your fault though, maybe mine.Just a suggestion
Good use of poetic device- Helen Araromi
A budding poet.