Performance Poetry Archive

L’amour By Chibuzo Emelogu

I woke up to an empty space, Lost in thought I saw an opposite face. Feel me..keep me….teach me. Hold me..touch me…..don’t leave me. Life often can be lonely, Seemingly smooth but very boring . Is the first sign to feel and flee? When surely

The Long Night By Chibuzo Emelogu

Every day I wake up to the same dream. When will all this end? When will I flip to the next page? It hurts so deep I can’t scream. Silent echoes as I’m trapped in my own cage.     My best clothes are

Frontliner By Chibuzo Emelogu

The battlefield is full of tension, As all the lights get dimmer. The faceless enemy is gaining much attention, As mankind weeps and wishes for a true healer.   The enemy has blown the war horn. Thousands have gone even before the main war.

THE PLAGUE By Chibuzo Emelogu

  Unannounced the world falls apart, Save us….let not our souls depart, Gradually the bucket-list increases, Sadly mankind decreases.   Humbled by instincts kings summon servants to a feast. A feast of Grace or Grave? The pandemic has caused tears, pain and trembling feet.

OF GODS AND HENS By Nlebedim Nzube Harry

Groundnut tusks falling on ground Dusty from disuse And starvation Hens pecking up remnants Thrown from masters’ tables On grounds Brown from dirt And fertility.     Beaks peck beaks in war internecine Over remnant taken over As operation Trojan Horse Actualizes itself Grains

*BLACK CRY* By Chibuzo Emelogu

Every night i carry in my chest, pain so sharp that release my tears. Why do i have to carry this crest? If Black is beautiful why awaken my fears? Sing me a lullaby. I want to walk on the clouds of sweet dreams.

Second coming By Tunrayo Semiloore

Before the journey Of life and death I should have known And had, the present knowledge Learnt, the present lessonsIf I had felt the sting Of a broken home Single parenthood And the broken hearts Of the depressed soulsI would have chosen A better

“Re in By Tunrayo Semiloore

In the prison Of this past, I have stayed For quite a while A thousand, or less Rigging my role Into the heart of this earth This earth doesn’t seem fooled She knows I knew how So why did I wail When I lost

CRUCIFIXION: BEFORE THE DEATH By John Chizoba Vincent

The law of Moses wasn’t for yes & Amen.It was for opposite reaction to every action.Eye for an eye, ashes to ashes, dust to dust;Caine killed Abel & mark was on his face,a mark of death to anyone that sees him.I don’t know how sweet the

TELL DEATH TO RETURN THE BOY HE PICKED FROM MY NEIGHBORHOOD LAST SATURDAY By John Chizoba Vincent

In the middle of life we are in death& I now come to rescue this boy from theenemy that stretched bodies into pains.I stared at the sky as the first shaft of September’s sun crept over black horizon.a tall church spire reached into the