HAIL THE POETIC PIECES

Compressed words sit in my ink

When I sow, thinkers think

As giant trees take, shake or make

Compressed words sit like great queens

Their pairings are dense, even the means

Causing all martyrs to surrender

III

A word to the wise,

They say live in north

The mouthy language of the gods heal or construct

A state of being needing an escape route?

What is there to fear

When poetry’s embrace lies bare?

It’s a power packed bullet

A medication packed injection

A freer of intentions

A sucker of emotions

A narrator of situations

And a bomb of corretion

This smallish framed world of telling

Tags POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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