Tuesday, January 21, 2020

DROPS OF WATER

POEM TITLE

DROPS OF WATER

WRITTEN BY

JOHN FWRESHEZ


Water is Life,
As Life means Water
To those in need of it.

Water was formed by the Almighty,
And it has been in existence
As at time of old.

Water serve so many purposes,
As it also satisfy thirst.
Plant needs water for it's growth.
Animals need it as well.

Water is natural in nature,
And it is also used in so many ways.

Water is Life
As it helps restore the body system.
Water cannot be replaced,
Because of it's important role in the lives of the living.
So as it cannot be replaced with other liquid substances.

A single drop of water makes a mighty ocean.
A glass of water is also important in our body system.

Water is Life
As Life is water.



Written by: John Fwreshez

15/11/2019

04:44

04:44

Sounds,
      filtering through my ears.

Lights,
        awakening my eyes.

Morning fragrance,
          permeating my nostrils.

Cooling breeze,
       caressing my sleepy skin.

Life and air,
    came looking for me again.

All is set,
    to dominate the day.

At 4:44,
the essence of living struck me again.

Written by: ©~Chima Daniel

CAN WE TALK

Can we talk?

The rising sun beckons,
the flowing stream whispers
the gentle breeze echoes,
the floating cloud calls,
the blossoming meadows shine forth,
the hovering wasps appeals,
and nature heartily asks,
"Can we talk?".
"Why are you mad at everything?"
because you think you have nothing.

Look at the moon,
he has no lights of his own.
And relying on the sun's reflection,
he shine forth in the night
like the king of the stars.

Relevance doesn't come from having everything.
Creating something out of nothing is legendary.
Be the content of everything
by starting your day with nothing.

Written by : ©~Chima Daniel

DRUG ABUSE

DRUG ABUSE


JEREMIAD ' GONE BY '

His emotions naked as a lost vision,
losing the earliest tears of his mother's checks,
rubbing his head and his chest in the zoo of character.
The smokes he uses to melt the bright blue rug,
yet his room mate cannot open the guitaring silence,
only to tell the distant neighbors, just because his eyes are red as blood,
mad as winter
and his woman loses her breath at the scent of his shirt.


Such a rat in the maze as Tess Callahan says,
misplacing his love for life for decades,
Paul Williams knows he is so alcoholic.

All of them,
they keys of his emotion
gone by the
hope of Addiction_ Jean Kibourne.


Written by. AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO