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Emmanuel Uwe Etim
Monday 20 September 2021

I Hate To Tell You

When this fire burns, burns and burns then

Suddenly ceases to burn, pour its embers into

The mouth of an inflamed water. 

I hate to  strain the ticking ears of time,

I hate to be like another frustrated wife

Kicking the large testicles of life, 

I hate to confess in the custody of a crowdless


That I'm no more that lion whose roar can resurrect

A buried decade, 

That I'm no more like a breathing tomb wrapped

With the linings of Lazarusing flairs,

That my confidence now stutters like a stammerer

Called to argue guilt, 

Knowing my personifications still

Till in the farm of poetry, 

Knowing I still lay alone every cold nights

Cuddled by fantasies, 

Knowing that the branches of my songs are 

Pruned by the cutlass of what I don't know,

Knowing I still throw my calls open to the silo

Of fat famished homes, 

I hate to tell you,

That, I do not know if i can confront

The gaints in these Intimidating days. 

Etim Emmanuel Uwe


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9/22/2021 4:46:51 PM

Love held in hands,
Opens eyes to  hope in the skies;
Now I see light.

Emmanuel Uwe Etim

Emmanuel Uwe Etim
9/10/2021 12:00:53 AM

The moon witness' us,
At the blouse of tensed sunset,
Love, the name we bare.

Etim Emmanuel Uwe 

Mighty Oluwayemi

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8/20/2021 6:00:53 AM

And crazy they went
Vows and promises they put on head
14/2 marks their death

Obiageli Odukwe

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7/12/2021 3:24:13 AM

Dear Valentine

Val' as you are,
Val' as it is,
Val' I engage. 

Uche Ahunanya

Uche Ahunanya
7/9/2021 5:34:33 PM

Gently receding
Beneath the horizon 
Fom whence she did rise 

Yusuf Dauda

Yusuf Dauda
6/19/2021 2:43:23 PM

In the hallow of your beauty my heart dwelled, I sight the beams, i smell the charms of your overwhelming perfume, the power of my enduring heart fails me; then I plight to love you forever!


Precious Olite

Precious Olite
5/26/2021 4:56:57 AM

Under the orange ray of dusk,

The sun is a mediator of two hands
Joined as one in love.

Victoria Stephen

Victoria Stephen
4/29/2021 3:44:07 PM

I just wish love can see me through the moonlight, set up a light for me in the darkness and guide me till am lost no more..