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HER GLORIOUS CHAPTER

Jogging down the lane
I heard his juggling pain
Yet to figure this plan
I was lost on his arms
Why not try to mend these palms?

Myself,the drop I couldn't manifest
Bonds kept teeming in fret
But we want this one flesh
Yes,lay pliant on his glebe
Thoughts could press

Then,who will go with the pledge?
It was a mountain tale
My nib couldn't pay
I love him, how do I say?
It was an anxious tray

Glinted dimples,sliced across
Uncharted touches,smiles off course
It was an unceasing abode
I want your loin broad
Please my paramour

Try open up
Cos,I can't cover up
Your lips need those backups
I don't want make ups
But,try to take up

Am tired of regurgitating this feeling
I wish to let, but kept drilling
please stop dribbling
Am steady to care for a kiss
Not even a hug,I won't miss

Since that cry
I was lost to your page
I need to try
But please come to my aid
Oh! With you I will ply

These bird
Kept shredding like blade
For you,my nightmares turned
Indeed, these touch I burned
Am now love drunk

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Nigeria

Favorite Poets: Dike chukwumerije, Woke Soyinka, William Shakespeare.

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Comments

Jackweb

Jackweb

3 years 1 month ago

"Cos" should be (because)!

It is obviously an aphetic form of because. But in poetry it seems informal. So, the best way is to write in full ( because) or ('cause) instead of abbreviating it like " cos". Such style distorts a written piece!

Mr joghe

Mr joghe

3 years 1 month ago

Hello,

Hello,

I like the structure of the poem.
My observation is that you've deviated from the ryhme pattern in stanza 2 of the poem.

'Myself,the drop I couldn't manifest
Bonds kept teeming in fret
But we want this one flesh
Yes,lay pliant on his glebe
Thoughts could press'