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| Your School's Name: TIMES JOURNALISM INSTITUTE, PLOT 32, IMAAM DAUDA STREET, IGANMU INDUSTRIAL ESTATE, P.M.B.3453, SURULERE,LAGOS STATE, NIGERIA. | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: ADEBANJO FATAI. |
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| Any comments about why you wrote it? BECAUSE I HAVE A FLAIR FOR WRITING, AND I ALSO BELIEVE IN USING MY POEM OR WRITING TO EDUCATE PEOPLE AND TO FIGHT INJUSTICE. |
Your Poem:
THE DEATH BY STONING VERDICT ON AMINAT LAWAL IN NIGERIA.
Human rights activists worldwide please don’t relent in your efforts!
Aminat need your help and protests on a cruel judgment.
She has been sentenced to death by stoning here in Nigeria for committing adultery.
Aminat was sentenced to death, while the man that commits the act with her was let go.
Can somebody stop this injustice; let the person come to Nigeria.
Aminat oh Aminat! What will be the fate of your little baby if you are killed? God forbid!
Why would anybody want to waste the precious life of this beautiful ebony African woman?
Is there anybody without sin? Let the person come out and let’s see him.
You judges that sentenced Aminat to death by stoning, how pure are you?
No! Aminat Lawal must not die; you have no justification to pass such judgment on her.
Please leave Aminat alone and let her go-she does not deserve to be treated that way.
God where are you? Come to Nigeria and save our beautiful Aminat Lawal from the jaws of death.
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Your Poem:
IN MY WONDERING I MARVEL AT PASSING MOODS THAT OFTEN SHINE RED YET IN TIME MELT TO ARTIC BLUES IN SUMMER YELLOW FLOWERS BLOSSOM QUICKLY CLIMBS UP TO BEAUTIFUL HAZELS AND BROWNS PEACE CAN BE LOST LET LIES BUT A WHISPER AWAY RECUE ME BEATING DRUM LIFE IS IN THIS MOMENT SO STRONG SO TENDER KISS THIS DELICATE SKY
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| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Billy Scrimpshire |
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Your Poem:
The first time I saw you,
I felt somthing totally different.
A feeling to me that was always new,
The feeling that kept us apart.
That day I'll neer forget,
the look in your eyes,
Something that you didn't notice,
and only I felt that great suprise,
But, I know something couldn't have happened.
Tonight we had a talk,
Aftewards I'm feeeling pretty bent.
Then I committed myself,
Into a situation I knew I had messed up.
But then again I think to myself,
and hope it happens for the best.
For once, I feel like I am waisting my time,
and your time is worth more thatn I'm giving.
Fear of rejection, I kepy my love inside,
But time is running out.
I dont care if you think I'm crazy,
Doesn't matter if it comes out bad.
Cause I've got no fear of losing you,
because you can't lose what I never had.
I'll be no worse off than I am right now.,
and I might never get the chance again.
Tired to forget it but it cannot be denied.
Told my heart I didn't need you as my girl, but I lied.
If I could ever have the chance,
To be there right there with you.
I wouldn't pass up the chance,
For so much time I have wanted you.
| Your School's Name: Royal Alexandra and albery | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Matthew whitney |
| Poet's Name (if not yourself) Matthew whitney | |
| Any comments about why you wrote it? Life experience |
Your Poem:
You say you loved me but it was never meant
all this feeling all this emotion
all this torture forever all the traumas
Ever flowing down the drains of hate
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| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Bruce Ortego |
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Your Poem:
When the lights go out over the dorm's cold, concrete floors, slamming of dotted plastics and constant beating on the doors repeat endlessly throughout the prime accompanied with discordant curses knowing they're not here for just lifting a few purses.
Smoke is Gold. Gold is freedom.
Freedom...something some will never find
My escape is the glare on that concrete of absoluteness from the one dim fluorescence adjacent from my bunk. I lose myself in thoughts of you, despite the inharmonic clamor, and make a wish upon a star, unseen from any point inside, one in the image of you and I holding each other fireside.
We see the glimmer in each other's eyes,
see the pains that have hurt us in our lives. We know the love we share is true. Then I lean a bit, you close your eyes, I kiss you. Miss you. Love you.
