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Update: AfriChant Anthology Submission Deadline Extended

After receiving complaints from poets that the time frame given for the submission is insufficient, we have decided to extend the deadline for submission till September 14, 2018. In other words, you have 16 days to write and submit. For Anthology guidelines, Click Here To submit your entry, Click Here for Submission Form Have you read […]

I Know A Man | Martins Deep

I Know A ManI know a man, and I know you doEver with the books, but greying a foolFor what is he whose light reveals not his folly –when he beholds all supernal, the craft of fancy? I know a man, and I know you doCalls a young man to himself with a lowered lorgnette“I […]

When Old Wounds Bleeds | Martins Deep

When Old Wounds BleedsIt comes unbidden like an avalancheinvoked by old familiar odorstouching your skin like eels travelling through the spine When old wounds bleedsThe lips wants to excuse the soul with new songstoo feeble an anchor to keep sanity The heart strives to keep the tombstone unrolledbut the chroniclesreads itself into the wells of […]

Call for Submission | AfriChant Anthology

The poet finds himself on this side of heaven called Africa and deeply falls in love with her. He embraces society with its ills and believes in the power of his ink to administer a panacea. Among all the different dimensions of pain that provokes his muse to action is the African child who is; […]

Allen and the Mirror | Martins Deep

Allen And The Mirror“You’re cute” the mirror softly spoke“But more than a feeble cub with a beard you know”He cried, “Why can’t I be forever this little folk?”“Never you once say you love the looks of a wise owl?”And Nature rode by the night he clocked sixteenTo sow the crops forbiddenHe woke up to feel […]

As The Candles Go Out | Martins Deep

As The Candles Go Out – Martins Deep As The Candles Go Out As the candles go out and nightfall comes ambling by with the haunting scent of the monsters in your nightmares When I’m too far away to save your ears from the lashing thoughts of a hard day breathe.  Dream without caution. When […]

Phoetry | For Ude Ugo

For Ude Ugo Let the mirror tell of thine beautiful soul and not thine veiled visage Stand where true reflections sets thee above old wives tales about thee. Hear it when the harp in thy sad footfalls joins the orchestra of nature at the stream side. In mud, on marble Be spent on this quest […]

Phoetry | For AJ Uyo

For AJ Uyo Be still though thy tears Tries to flood thee away Kneel in the clay, pray away thine cares Knead thy troubles into a lay. Say to thyself before a looking glass “I shall trust the winds with my darned mast” If thou weepest in sorrow to part Know thee thine eyes only […]

Phoetry | For Yetunde Morenikeji

For Yetunde Morenikeji  I can tell, so tell your hands are weary from holding swords that it cannot hold the pen to write your story Fret no more for I found all that’s unwritten in a manuscript with your name not on papyrus, parchment nor papers but upon hearts of men told by their tears […]

Phoetry | For Gloria Obi Etim

For Gloria Obi Etim You are not feeble though you cannot fly where destiny calls now. You’re strong keeping the picture in your mind the blessed season will sort out from the dust when it rides by in the winds in the eyes of the world. Sceptres were first ploughs my beloved Look back not […]

Phoetry | For Oluwafunmilayo Ojeniyi

For Oluwafunmilayo Ojeniyi Is it not from the blood of a bleeding soul the balm is found? Know you not to be a jar of Gilead’s balm thou must be cracked? The breath to the dying The shoulders for the weeping The hope to the sighing The truth to the one caught in the web […]

Phoetry | Acrostic For Iheanachor Adanna Amarachi

Acrostic For Iheanachor Adanna Amarachi Ink may with words Not paint richly thine Scars still feeding Painfully on thy joy Is it not from thine storm Raging within that thou wilt hear the waves call Aloud to Thee to lord over fear? Is it not On this sinking ground the Nations will Ask enthralled, ” […]

Phoetry | For Okoro Hannah Ozioma

For Okoro Hannah Ozioma Real fiends, fake friends Real thorns, false roses. Would one tell truly thy tale if it were inked by thine tears? When thine heart gets sick of poetry in the sky With thine head down write a lyric on the earth for heaven to sing over you “Love will find the […]

Phoetry | For Marycolette Matiki

For Marycolette Matiki The seed dies to become the envied bloom Loveliest comes the touch where the sore is deepest after the stab When night comes and the sun falls asleep beneath the watery quilt of the sea, know thee then the times beckons for thy light Shine, come alive like coals touched by fire. […]

This Night Without You | Martins Deep

This Night Without You This night without you words could go wrong when a long silence cuts deep But the tongue must lay in its damp cave, asleep to let the eyes speak the dialect only the weary heart comprehends. Would I hear your homeward footfalls today – your lilting voice poking the embers of […]

Phoetry | A Fusion of Photography and Poetry

Every heard of Phoetry? Okay, I’ll tell you what it is. Phoetry is a blend of Photography and Poetry.  One good way to travel down memory lane is to have a good picture in front of you. It just has this way if dishing you old smells, feelings come trailing back, then there is the […]

Tale Of The Inker | Martins Deep

Tale Of The Inker Words: How they fondled your stitched heart messing up your beautiful mind like public toilets Unapologetically drawing water from the forbidden wells of your eyes split generously on pages that never belched! Words: They cut deep like razors watching you bleed With a balm to heal the wounds with just a […]

She Is On Her Way (For Endurance Victor) | Martins Deep

She Is On Her Way (For Endurance Victor) She’ll be rather willing to be burnt on the stakes forgotten than sleep and wake in the jailers chains watching her purpose gather up dust. Rake her charred remains heap upon heap among others that died trying She’ll smile till the last, pleased. Call her weak and […]

Morountodun | Martins Deep

Morountodun Morountodun, this is the place you’ll find me like the prey of a shrike choked through by your thorny words When the chase after Omo Ogun with your heart Failed to be anything worthy to steal the cheapest glance from his hammer and anvil When the waist beads fails to be the skeleton key […]

I Have Moved On – Martins Deep

I Have Moved On The fake postman under the spell of your sob story had dropped the forty-ninth letter in nine months Envelope stained with cerise lipstick, perfumed with promises, sealed with the saintliest of tears. Your best ammunition had met my firewall Shrapnels dropped like snowballs at my feet You knew I still missed […]