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  The poem is trying to convey the ills, sufferings and traumatic experience kids who are orphans go through. CRYING STREAMS He walked towards the rock hills The atmosphere seemed to be at a stand-still The sun smiled at him; And the green leaves on the tree, Were waving him farewell. He stared at the herds of lamb and smiled Alas! Those creatures could bring joy to his sad-stricken soul. Up he looked To the sky in anticipation He was seeking treasure Not one that could be measured Nor one that gives pleasure Yeah, it was a very unique treasure. One that brings comfort; confidence, joy and warmth. Alas! A beautiful creature appeared to him........; An epitome of beauty She stared at him and wept. Her tears entered the river banks; They overflowed. "Mother!" He cried out In a loud creaky voice; Sad-stricken with grief. He half-ran; But she was already gone.  Little as he was Innocent as the lambs; Helpless but not hopeless Embedded with loneliness He looked around. The lambs w...

  When we are lost in the pleasure of sin, we own the devil an advance of our lives. Yet, in a bit to repay the debt, Christ the king died and paid the devil what we have own. Read and source for more mystery in debt and the repayment. HE PAID   I know a man from a magnificent Palace whose castle is crescent Shinny and dazzling Caring less of his stars Lost in the mist of nuance Faithful hoodlums  Gathering their daily catch of sin  And funeral of faiths; patients and service To offers at the sanctimonious palace Filled with damnation were their sofa He made from them, himself family  Gathering brethren to his clan One of simple faith and simple truth Who is he that we're made save?  Who is he that exchange pleasure for fav'r? We are no Thomas as he is no Adam either He drains his red liquid to fill  Our Wages piggy bank anew  That we might be made his general His brother, sister, and family Truly He paid it all  Without blemish  This ma...

  Sea encapsulates the true feeling of tears when shed affectionately. It runs through how the tears flows and rage like raging of the sea itself. These poem made use of large auditory imagery to transit you to sea world were tears and sea taste alike. SEA Forty first pain  Struck my neat skin with mixed stain Not worthy of a path  But Ready to scorn and succumb A hash mixed tale that cub My guilty light for a bath. Lead, lead me yet a float  To sail through this thorny fit Waiting to suck the blue tide  Out of my mellowing grain  Nine night near the nothingness gain Still, I await this faith momentum ride Read more: Missed this poem click to read  

Jesus loves is a poetry that reflects the egregious compassion of God. He has given us his begotten son—Jesus, who did not only gave his live for us, but love us endlessly.   JESUS LOVES When your frets fail to cease And those burdens overwhelms thee Your faith begins to wane And it seems like eternity; the breaking of dawn Know that he is there with you To give you peace 'Cos he LOVES you When loneliness begins to embrace your thoughts And then you face the darkness in depths Know that you are not facing it on your own He would never leave you alone Read also:  Agbojedi : a poem on politics 

The Nigeria popular herb, Àgbo, can  either be used purely or with gin. The one used ordinarily works equally and effectively as that of the gin mixed. However, the drunk prefer the alcohol mixed drink to the ordinary just as to derive their alcoholic pleasure rather than healing. Same, ideology sink into many countries political system where the newly elected political leaders are expected to be a cure to the previous ones, instead they are more of a headache than a cure. Follow through the poem to unfold more mysteries.  "Agbo ti de!" He chimes his bowl Summoning the host  Of unseen souls into doom "We prevent your illness But kill the soul; We are the bitter sweet seller"  Come buy doom!  Come buy Agbojedi!! "Agbo ti de!" He needs your soul  Since you worship pleasure He brings to you this in leisure  To heighten your mystery In the cool sea of alcohol. "Jẹdi ni, jẹdi gidi!.(it's gedi, it's the original) We don't sell hope; we exchange ...

The beauty of a work of art is its sound effect. It resonate with your heart rhythm promoting a cordial agreement with sound and pleasure. This poetry will heal that thirst . The talking drum roars in fierce melody Still, her silence speaks volume than it's rhythm. Who has charmed her? Could it be fear? Whose chains confines her will. Being her lover, Her vision is his prisoner. Her voice drowns in his love Alas! The streams of hope aflow Her vision could have a bath