SEEDS SPLATTER My hand is the testament to my guilt, Engulfed within itself to conceal a growing sin. I would watch with masked disdain, blood Trickle, desire...
Author - Idem Emmanuel
I'm Idem, Emmanuel. I have an addictive love for poetry and cannot resist reading any poem I find. I try to use my poems to understand the intricacies of life and to search for higher love. I also enjoy playing chess in the day and taking long solitary walks in the night. I write from Calabar, Nigeria.
PROGRESSION I. Sunlight The drowsy dew yet to be delivered to sleep Reflects the brilliance of its blue-y companion Upon sweaty greens, The wind whistles...
I am a patient drummer. / Caressing the mystic skin of this seismic mermaid… This is What you Could be / You Could be More The angels are not a thing of...
THE CHAOS OF LIVING I was five When I first attempted it On the balcony of a three-storey building My heart in my mouth As I let go of all encumbrances My...
THE CHAOS OF BELONGING It begins within the contours of my mind, Then transcends logic into the bosom of my helplessness. I become a falling thing, swaying to...
babylon: la petite mort II. We die little deaths throughout our existence wrapped in an unforgiving cocoon of unknown pretense. Pretending life to be what we...
THE WAY OF THINGS Never did I love with more intensity nor did my soul for someone hunger, I will begin my day with memories of our yesterdays engraved upon my...
Mystery of Misery, the I wish I were as a child Who after some tears forgets The reasons for their sorrows, …Forgets the death of a father The mystery of...
