Three poems
3 Poems │ Daniel Ezeokeke
Seraphim Falls I Yesterday, we the young whose purityhas never been stained with sin sawdepravities which had been coveredby our fathers’ odd words with cloaks of rakishness.We watched our antiquated prides, monumentsof grandeur, guarded for aeons from banditsby sweats of medieval nobility, and bequests of honorbartered in the temple of greed for two loavesof bread-…
3 Poems │ Gospel Ozioma
Crossword-for Juliet She once told me: I’ve solved many clues but,not my cardiac predicaments. Each time I face a testthe result comes out negative. Perhaps, that’s who I am,an incompetent puzzler. My father once studied my life,his neck moved his head, left & right & left & righttwice, three times again. My heart, a glass…
3 Poems │ Ogah Friday David
It Is Promises arebayonets pressedupon the rungsof hope. . . and gougedby a hornet. ‘trust’ —a cadaver walkingon mortal hoofs,unaware of the luringfragrance sketched in the air;but…you, area thin line:a poltergeist feedingon my innocence, whilstthe silk of my youthdisappears into the underworld,to your bosom. Firefly I lust forthe waistline on the stretchesthat lead to an…
3 Poems │ VT Ahonsi
A Call Out of My Mind Palace I was never present in my body, wandering in the rain in a world that only saw my body and ignored me. It initially felt like an escape until it became more of a self imprisonment than a means of drowning my pain. It feels different now, it…
3 Poems │ Martins Deep
the echo of a wound after interment father, the path to your graves t r e t c h e s like an elastic placenta affixed to my lacrimal sac.your ghost gulps me empty into the black holeit calls a stomach. and my face, none will ever knowwhy it hangs like the haunted moonsmeared with…
What Does My Country Do With this Wall? │ Shedrack Opeyemi Akanbi │ Poetry
My country is on the moveBut her legs are those of a dipsomaniac. The torchbearer forgets to take his promises alongSo he leaves my country atThe gate of Canaan &Moves backward, chewingHis words with every step. My country’s nose almost catches theSmell of Milk & HoneyBut Jericho is twice as tall. What does my country…
3 Poems │ Shitta Faruq
May We Find Light After the Dark the journey is not too far from our legs;because the dust is a milkwood crescentadjacent to a sturdy boulder. we seekthe path from the oath we took on our way to hell.Hell is not what we yell at, but because we breakthe bits of our destinies into small…
3 Poems │ Gerald Obinna Ozota
Drinking Nectar Mama Nnuku!*It’s four years your daughter drank nectarand shut her gate over our faces _what kind of mother drinks and leave her children thirsty? I sit around this stream daily fishing for memories,Yesterday’s catch was big _ today’s bigger,and my net isn’t getting weak, so I will keepfeeding anyone who gets hungry. Her…
3 Poems │ Blessing C. Onyekachi
Smoke in My Lungs I never knew what it was until I saw it in my father’s hand;then I was just a lad curious about the world. And the waymy dad held this tiny tube between his fingers made mebelieve it was safe. From its end, as it glowed red, streamof smoke goes up to…
3 Poems │ Ayonote-Yusuf Mariam
Heaven Is Not For Me I do not believe in heaven because what is heavenIf I could not loveThe trees, the breeze, the mist, you?That I would no longer wake upIn the morningLook beside meFeelYour lips on mine.We kiss the darkness awayMy heart flows, swellsTo bursting with ripeness of love.How cruel a place a heaven…