Chronicles of a Journeyman

Category: Poetry

  • Hope

    Written by Joy Ijere For over thirty weeks and six When the food turns bitter-sweet And all the clothes no longer fit She bears the pain and counts the weeks Through the cold, through the heat She knows for sure where it will lead For little hands and little feet…

  • Nothingness

    If we take a journey and come To where you said you are, You will not be there In fact, you will not be anywhere We will be unable to tell Where you are, or who you are, Or if at all you do exist We will doubt all the…

  • For the love of Haiku

    From the first moment I learnt what an Haiku was, I totally fell in love with this form of poetry. The requirement for precision, and a deft reference to differing or conflicting ideas is for me a very interesting and challenging exercise. And being a lover of nature, I enjoy…

  • Do You Believe?

    Tonight, I own the stage. Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it beautiful how You can be voiceless one moment And own a stage the next? Isn’t it wonderful how You can rise from a nobody To sitting among princes the next? You heard the message of faith Did you believe? Did…

  • Born with a Silver Spoon

    I was born in a time of plenty Where the poor had enough To eat and throw away And the rich had it rough With too much to store away Obianuju: that is my name I was born in a land of plenty Where silver and gold Were as common…

  • Guiding Light

    Towering scrapers and flashing lights: Secrets hidden behind blinding lights Twisted minds and sickening fights, Hidden away behind all these sights Hustling all day for bragging rights, As busy days roll into tossing nights But if all of this does not seem right What we really need is a guiding…

  • The Quirky One

    I am The Quirky One Who dances in the kitchen Who sings in the bathroom And hums all day at work Who grins from ear to ear At strangers on the road And laughs alone on my bed In the middle of the night Toyin Taiwo © 2016

  • Loved

    Loved

    In my lifetime, I have been loved. I have been loved by men and women of all shapes and sizes, Ages and stages, features and statures, Some of who gave their substance while others gave their time. They paid attention to my nonsense while listening for virtue. They saw wisdom…

  • Where did it go?

    Where did it go? The spark in our eyes As we went on the rise Climbing fast to the top Without time for a stop The glow on our faces The warmth of embraces Our loud-ringing laughter And never-ending banter When we just fell in love And the moon smiled…

  • The Unusual Poem

    Let us write a poem, you and I One that adheres to no rules That behaves like no other poem You have ever come across It will trace the path that we walk And tell the stories of our lives To generations yet unborn This poem of ours will not…