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Poem’s Poetry Poet


In the belly of an art
Mixing great stuffs in sounds or sight


Poems are but a pool of blood
That flows from umbilical cord.


In labour room with midwives
Pushing out an entire new life


Poetry is a mother’s vein
A melting pot with so much brain


Shedding for the lo and hi
Whispering please stop, with a sigh


While the Poet is a mother,
Carrying all; relentlessly.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

3 Comments

  1. Beautiful portrayal! 💫🔥

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