Showing posts with label POEM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label POEM. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

#PoemOfTheDay - William Shakespeare "Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18)"

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 

Friday, May 4, 2018

#PoemOfTheDay - William Shakespeare "Fear No More"

Fear no more the heat o' the sun; 
Nor the furious winter's rages, 
Thou thy worldly task hast done, 
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; 
Golden lads and girls all must, 
As chimney sweepers come to dust. 

Fear no more the frown of the great, 
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: 
Care no more to clothe and eat; 
To thee the reed is as the oak: 
The sceptre, learning, physic, must 
All follow this, and come to dust. 

Fear no more the lightning-flash, 
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone; 
Fear not slander, censure rash; 
Thou hast finished joy and moan; 
All lovers young, all lovers must 
Consign to thee, and come to dust. 

No exorciser harm thee! 
Nor no witchcraft charm thee! 
Ghost unlaid forbear thee! 
Nothing ill come near thee! 
Quiet consummation have; 
And renowned be thy grave!

Saturday, April 28, 2018

#PoemOfTheDay- Draining future

The future is draining
The black future is draining
Men With sugar coated tongues
Are our representatives
With interest  on overfilled pockets

The ideology of crispy mints
As infested the youths
Honesty and loyalty
Is  seen as folly

Eve as given Adam the apple
Once again in the twentieth century
They talk about sharing the national cake
The cake is eaten by those who bake it

They call it campaign
No it isn't
It's a competition
Of exhibiting garrulous traits

The change era is here
Accompanied by increased penury
The bittersweet feeling
Of a doubtful assured future
Occupies the mind of the loyal

The future is draining
Draining like raindrops
From the rooftops
They'll say they love us
Do they?
No, they love their pockets

The vicious bite of hunger
Is digging deep into the depths of the skin
Yet sympathy is missing
In their characteristics

The future is draining
Let's remember the beginning5

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

#poemoftheday - Negro soil

A dauntless creation
Is intimidated
By the acrimony
Of the detractor
The Negro soil produces green
The burglar hinders good harvest
The thorns are relentless
The labourer's body is fatigued
Vain labour kills his hope
Ineffable agony lays in his heart
Merchants with frisky offsprings
Rip without sowing
The labourer's offspring are put into  peril
With harvest locked away
The feisty lives in solitary
He scorns the merchant and his henchmen
He loves the Negro soil
He consoles the labourer
He gets the pesticides to work
The herbicide isn't left out
A doubtful assured future
Awaits the labourer's offspring
The Negro soil
Is never void

Monday, April 23, 2018

#PoemOfTheDay - Withered rose

Withered rose by Tomiwa Omoyungbo

Blown away by the wind
She's fluttered about
Confusion is Imminent
Even the trees are vulnerable

The drifts of the storm
Ensures disaster
The rain drops
Are like whips of torture

The rainbow a perfect pacifier
Governs the sky
The sun brightens the moment
The rose blooms back to life
From now on nature has you
And you have nature