PPBlessing

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Category: Poem

  • We shout, so that we can be heard We shout, to make emphasis We shout, when we are angry We shout, when we talk, yet no one listens We shout, yet, no one hears our voice.

  • I saw my ex-girlfriend today, Five years after she broke my heart. Did she still look as she used to? No! She looks way better! Her smile is still broad and infectious, And her laughter? It still sounds like music. You see, she was the woman I’d planned to ‘wife’, But she said it’s either…

  • I love because Christ first loved me. For while I was still a sinner, He loved me. I love because God is love. For he loved me with an everlasting love. I love because it’s God’s way. For the greatest commandment, is love. Do leave a comment and let me know, Why do you love?

  • “I’m a writer.” “I’m a social media influencer.” “I’m an Engineer.” “I’m a Doctor.” “I’m a Seamstress.” “I’m an Economist.” “I’m a Biologist.” “I’m an Entrepreneur.” “I’m a… But the question isn’t: What do you do? It is, Who are you?

  • They called me by my disability: Blind; for I have no eyes Deaf; cause my ears hear not Crippled; for my legs are limp Dumb; cause I can’t speak. For a long time, I too called myself by my disability, Until I read Numbers 11, verse 33 stood out… “… We felt as small as…

  • Do you pray for success? Do you pray for longlife? Do you pray for protection? Do you pray for your spouse? Do you pray for a good job? Do you pray for your business? Do you pray for your studies? Do you pray for your friends? Why do you pray the prayer you pray?

  • Hills and Valleys Deep and Shallow Land and Sea Bright and Dark We seemed to be Opposite sides of a coin Each embodied with his own Yet brought together Under one umbrella Called NIGERIA!

  • To my left, water To my right, water All around me Miles and miles of water No way out Drowning in this endless sea Wondering if this is how it’ll end… Death by drowning.

  • Flipping through pages Trying to read in between the lines She always left clues Hidden in plain sight: In the paintings hung on the wall In the phone book laying by her bedside In the kitchen cabinet In glove box compartment… She left clues everywhere About everything! Now she’s murdered And there’s no clue About…

  • I see the colours Sparkling in the light I see the world Awash with several colours But that was then When the world was colourful Now all I see a gory images Devoid of any colour.

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