Poetry

By

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

POETRY MY VENOM

Bound by the arms of freedom

Struggling for the claws of stardom

Reaching out for the glory of wisdom,

In the midst of tremendous boredom

All i hear about martyrdom

And the tale of christendom;

I scribble my pen in random

Releasing poetry, my venom.

None may be handsome

For those who are gruesome

Within the boundary, lonesome

The giant seems fearsome

His genes are quarrelsome

And his blood, troublesome

That makes it worrisome;

A reason i vomit poetry my venom.

With my extravagant pen

Climbing it like men

With an undiluted ink

I allow those thoughts sink

With my distinct eyes

I see them as brass

Buried in my sacred womb;

I exhume poetry from the tomb.

It rages as my anger

Piercing even a stranger

It radiates my happiness

Portraying my blessedness

It is just like my toy

Playing through my joy,

When it breaks my spirit

I pour it without limit.

Just like the lemon

I take it; poetry my venom

It is the highest tower

I build it with all my power,

Completed above the clay

Just on my dying day,

My passion, my strength

Poetry my venom; my length.

Poetry my companion

My heart, my kingdom

Poetry my champion

My blood, my venom

Poetry my dominion

My beauty, my sermon

Poetry my union

My soulmate, my solomon.

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a young writer from Nigeria. From a family of eight, including both parents she is the second daughter but fourth child. She read Estate Management and has some experience in Banking and Broadcasting.

She has published some works in a Liberian magazine, Ghanian news platform and an Indian poetry publication.

Many of her works have gone abroad for evaluation and publication. She wrote the longest poems/rhymes in the world, yet to be published. Writing is life.