This week's ZODML Poetry corner features another poem by Pen Piper, Do you write? Send your poems, short stories, book reviews and NYSC experience to [email protected] for a chance to be featured on our blog.
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This week's ZODML Poetry Corner features a poem on hope and persistence by Morayo Oshodi. Are you a writer? Send your poems, short stories and book reviews to [email protected] to be featured on the blog
Today on the ZODML Poetry Corner: a poem shared by a fan of the ZODML Facebook page for your reading pleasure. Are you a writer or poet? Want to see your work on our blog and promoted on our social media channels? Send an email to [email protected].
This week's ZODML Poetry Corner features a poem on the Abiku myth by Muhsinat Kamardeen. Are you a writer? Send your poems, short stories and book reviews to [email protected] to be featured on the blog.
October 14 marks the birthday of American poet E.E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings. Read some of his renowned poetry on the ZODML blog.
This week's ZODML Poetry corner features a moving elegy by Ayinde Ayobami. Send your poems, short fiction, opinion pieces and reviews to [email protected] to be featured on the blog.
O ma se oo!! So that man too has died?
So death has coerced him out of living?
When? How did he die?
Does it matter?
He obeyed death’s beguiling beckon.
This week we feature a stirring poem by Roland Ndu Akpe. Are you a poet (or short fiction/opinion piece/book review writer)? Send your work to [email protected] for a chance to be featured on the ZODML blog!
Leave me stinking
deep. Clash of stinks
inhabit the beats that
this heart should. Glue
me into one from
all pieces that once were one,
I saw a bandwagon of soldiers
Their eyes was fixed on the fire
in hypnotic gaze
they marched into the fire
Why do we go to war?
a middle foot
Deep in the gulf of love I searched for you...
But the tall grasses of emotions wouldn’t let me find you...
Tears of compassion...
Love filled with passion
Times without number, I fight
On my toes to prove a point, is never a trot
Yet still, in all my strives I rot
Hoping to hold you, this time, very tight