Creative Writings Poetry 

Papa, where were you? when we Trekked to school; no sandals nor shoes

    PAPA WHERE WERE YOU (To all run-away Fathers)   For the years we were fed with hunger And starved with food, For the years we celebrated Christmas With mere white rice Having no single touch of stew Papa, where were you?   Where were you when for miles We trekked to school, Paraded the coal mines Barefooted; no sandals nor shoes   My uniforms were worn out New ones mama couldn’t brew My classmates ditched out Threads of mockery, and made me a spool It was unbearable So…

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I have confidence in me because I was formed out of love

    I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN ME   Out of sentiments and familiarity My confidence and trust I laid on you With trust that all I am and will be All is safe with you That you are rock enough to hide me From the stormy waves of challenges But all was just in my head   It didn’t take a prophet to tell me That all was wishful thinking Your words as sharp as blades  Cut through my confidence and trust Left it all tattered shreds My flaws and…

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Poem: Where we live, we keep on celebrating Thieves

DECADENCE   Where we live We keep on celebrating thieves, Applaud them as our heroes past Even crown them Chiefs   The land in which we live is one of ironies The minister for health runs overseas In attempt to stitch his broken ribs. In our pharmacies poisons are sold Cheaper than medicines, Medicines costlier than gold   “Decadence, This is the situation we’ve found ourselves Where lecturers are always on strike, Yet they claim Our graduates are half baked. Permit me to ask, Do breads bake themselves?”   Decadence,…

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Poem: Who says being Female is equal to being Weak

THE F-WORD, FEMALE I am female The vast population has structured me as frail Typical of me to unveil Continuously portray and act juvenile Putting up displays of being helpless With arms all thrown up in flail I am female That means I am typically opposite of male Every slightest discomfort makes me wail And probably everyone assumes My acts are old wives tale Naturally am prone to blackmail I am female Treated differently by different races But amidst their labels I remain most sought beautiful creation I represent the…

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Poetry: Alone in my beautiful shack, Yet surrounded by emptiness

ALONE Alone in my beautiful shack, Yet surrounded by emptiness My heart heavy with home sickness, Restless as a caged canary. Dreams of home fill my lofty head Wishing for those home made delicacies, The smell of lavender so peculiar to us, That love and that sense of belonging. Missing my cozy spot at home. Longing for that worn-out couch, With its fluffy pillows and armrest, That keeps me warm all day long. My cozy spot at home, Looking forward to be back. Written by Comfort Ositelu, Creative Writer at Core Magazine…

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Poetry: If the black don’t forgive, there would be war forever

IF BLACK If the black don’t forgive there would be war forever if we don’t forget blood would paste our road if the black don’t believe to build faith admits molestation if they don’t………….. no white would walk alive   If the black don’t forget how they hang our fore fathers if we don’t forgive how they forcefully take our inheritance if we don’t believe in freedom and be ready to spill our blood if the past is not past no white would thread on our land   If the…

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Poetry: In the Cupid’s stone lies her energy and strength

  CUPID’S STONE See her walk down the aisle, With the winds at her command, And the air bending to her wills . An original Wiccan of blue blood. The world oblivious to her strength, Paying no attention to her aura. Disregarding the power in her palms Yet always to the rescue with her stone. In the Cupid’s stone lies her energy and strength, In her stone resides the solution to our fantasies This Wiccan’s stone is the saviour we seek. A mystery from ages past, a pleasure of time…

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Poetry: Letter to Mummy, Can you even hear me at all?

  Letter To Mummy Hello mum, how are you? My love l seek, is she in your abode? Have you found her anywhere near? Can you even hear me at all? Is she out in the fields mama? Or away on a trip? Maybe delayed in the hills? Hmmnn….held back in the stream? My tummy is empty Her lad is hungry I hope she comes soon That l may eat from her bossom Mum, this one thing l pray you Do hear me out this one time Dish to her,…

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Poetry: Past failures haunt me with guilt, I’m too scared to think

  I BELIEVE IN MAGIC   The world was said to end today; 23rd September, 2017. With the people of the world, I shared a common fear. The fear of death. They were right. Only it was not gonna be the end of everyone’s world. But mine. Just mine. And this was the end. A silhouette of my original self. Today, I ended. I died. My world came to a complete and utter stop. There used to be life beyond these walls. But walls come down. And memories with them….

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Poetry: After tonight I shall fight my foes Until their ribs crack

  LICK MY EYES I quiver beneath broken ribs The sea tossed my eyes to and fro Wild heat elates between my thirsts. Burn every carcass sitting On my raging thoughts Craving for my bald head After tonight I shall fight my foes To the teeth of his compound Until his ribs cracks like cabin biscuit Send awful smiles to lit the chest of My golden radiance If alone I can make earth red like hell. Written by Ojo Olumide Emmanuel  

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