SHOW DOWN
SHOW DOWN
Hate in their hearts
Fire in their eyes
As they fought
Their enemies one by one die
Blood thirsty revenge
Their belly cries
Their enemy’s blood
Sweeter than wine
Hurt in their soul
They must abide
For their survival
They must fight
With love
Hadiza Bagudu
24/04/2008
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE CAT AND THE MOUSE GAME | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| IMAGINE | 1 | 09/20/2009 |
| ONCE UPON A STAR | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DESPAIRE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| DAYS GONE BYE | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| MR. JOHNS | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| SHOW DOWN | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| IN THE MIND OF A POET | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| BEAUTIFULL | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| A NIGHT'S PRAYER | 0 | 04/17/2009 |
| IF SADNESS HAD A FACE | 1 | 04/17/2009 |
| HIGH ON LOVE | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
| TAKE IT EASY | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| WHY I CRY | 3 | 02/17/2009 |
| FINDING GOD | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| FOOL | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| BACK STAB | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| THE CRY OF A BROKEN HEART | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
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