Eyes Of The Earth: Osundare's Romance With Nature

 

What is the usefulness of poetry? Does poetry perform any function? Could it be that poetry does more viewing the society through a critical lens? Does poetry alter thoughts and worldviews? Does poetry connect broken cultures?  These plethora of questions, and many more, is easily answered through the reading of Niyi Osundare's eyes of the earth. This compilation of poem showcases the beauty of Yoruba rustic traditional life. 

The Enduring Catastrophe

The survival chant,
grows louder louder,
growls of the masses are
roar of hungry lions.

The New Age Poetry Renaissance

Some part of me have been grappling with, recreating an authentic poetry vibrancy on the internet. I have termed this 'New Age Poetry Renaissance' to capture its essence. Well, I have always been a firm believer of the globalization of poetry, using the internet as a veritable channel, even though for long, poetry has witnessed a sluggish movement( or growth) in keeping up with the pace of other art forms.

Elusi's Chant Of Fury

Feeling down,
the spiral weightlessness
send surge to my brain.

How To Find Your Voice Artistically

Finding and building your voice can be very tasking  for a poet. This could be a tricky task, the biggest tool of poetry: language, creates nothing more than a quick channel to project immediacy, which lies in its expression but when we try to pen down or type the musings of our mind, the gateway to expression shuts, and what we are flooded with the voices of other writers. Great talents make great use of language; the palette, brush and paint, in which we pick to create our unique artistic style is copyright protected. 

Poem Of The Day: I Think It Rains By Wole Soyinka

I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave roof-tops of the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge.

Let us be painting painting painter singing singing singer

Let us be painting painting painter singing singing singer

So, “this is poetry,” is not poetry. We would rather be verb than noun or object even if the poem brings us to a final word as if settled on image or object image. A flat stone soaking water, a rainfall of women’s voices, secret children of muses syncopating, in the weight of clouds running down roads

Poem Of The Day: New york by Leopold Sedar Senghor

New York

New York! At first I was confused by your beauty, by
those great golden long-legged girls.
So shy at first before your blue metallic eyes, your frosted 
smile
So shy. And the anguish in the depths of skyscraper streets
Lifting eyes hawkhooded to the sun's eclipse. 

SomeOf The Most Intriguing Poetic Lines Ever

What is poetry other than the rhythmic interplay of music and word; it exists in the very essense of humanity. It plays in our intonation, and seeks to unravel the mysterious beauties of a complex world. Poetry creates an effect, which is transformative.

Thus, we outline a collection of some of the most powerful unit of expression which takes soulful habitation in lines and stanzas capable of touching the depth of our thoughts and feelings, and creating an imaginative  impact, of the highest level.

How to Compose a Poem For Beginners 1

One honest truth is that poetry is an art form that is enjoying rapid decline. So, in this age and time, it is not strange that some people may not understand what a poetry is. The limitless significance, of  content of a poem. It is not much of a big deal, if you do not have a foreknowledge of what poetry connotes. People think of 'Twinkle, twinkle little star', which is very popular in nursery rhyme books. A ferocious hunger grip others, at the mention of the word 'poem'. Few others are excited at the prospect of writing a poem, because they recognize the rich value of poetry. But how about those who feel burdened by the weight of despair at the prospect of writing a poem? This article is for you

Who Should Crave For Poems?

 

Our very own society is defined by elegance, as well as uselessness; swiftness and well as staidness. We live in an 'unpoetic' time. Prose is in the air we breathe, and prose is what we consume, as well as dwell in. prose, exist in a form that is, at times, benign, and could even nourish our minds, most times. But to exist in a world, where the manner of social convention is badly-written and blunderingly spoken prose is tantamount to lacking the ability to use the full power of language.

Poem Of The Day: Hymn To The Sun

The fearful night sinks
Trembling into the depth
before your lightening eyes

Her

what is phenomenal yet so rough to touch?
why do my heart flutter when I hear of such?
if she is rare but glitters...why don't people follow her light?