Keep Me Safe

Keep Me Safe till the storm passes over keep me safe from caving in till the thunder roar no more keep me safe from imploding till the clouds take a walk from the sky keep me safe from these dark thoughts till my fears are knocked over keep me safe from myself and my doubts […]

Be You. That’s What You’re Born To Do

Be You. That’s What You’re Born To Do   It throws back all it receives with a glow: Be like your mirror. It stays true to itself in days bright and dreary nights: Be like your shadow. It takes humans to heaven and back an assurance that life’s worth the living: Be like a moan […]

Ode To Self

ode to self dear stefn, your laughter is delightful and so is everything else do not let your mistakes hurt you find strength in the experience your words mean more than you think they do your opinion is worthy to be shared your songs are capable of being sung and so are your three sixty […]

If My Body is a Jacket

If My Body Is A Jacketif my body is a jacketlet it be a temple for the music human’s fail to dance to,let it cling to the ears of my soulcaress my spirit with symphoniesand keep me warm from every biting coldof betrayals if my my body is a jacketlet it sinew my bones from thorns-laden […]

Monday Motivational: The Epidemic of Loneliness

A couple nights ago, while chatting with a female friend, she asked to how how I am coping without anyone to talk to, in the neighborhood. I replied: ‘I am coping pretty well. Thing is, although I am alone, I am not lonely’. Friend: ‘It’s pleasing to know that you’re not lonely.’  Of course, being […]

Write Me A Poem (V): Stars And Scars

WRITE ME A POEM: STARS AND SCARS write me a poem about stars and scars,would you?begin the second verse about how close to tearsit could get when scars, skin deep,bite through the sole into my soul,until i forget to remember to count the starswhich still wink at in dark nightsthough surrounded by the blackness of […]

Motivational Friday: Do You Feel Trapped?

I’m trapped, trapped inside myself, I want to get out, get out and be free. I don’t want to live in my shell, But I’m scared, scared to take away my mask. Friends are forever letting me down, no matter how close they are. They are there if I have a problem, but when I […]

No Greater Love | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 331: NO GREATER LOVEIf I could have just one wish,I would wish to drift into slumberwith the sound of your breath on my neck, If I could have a second wish,I would wish the warmth of your lips tattoo the signature of affection on my cheeks, If I could have a third wish,I would […]

Self Love | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 326: SELF LOVE dear me, hidden in shared words and synced thoughts,everything finds purpose in your embrace, warm melodies from my heart flow into your ears,do you love my funny dance steps?I won’t stop till I get enough,I can’t get enough like constellations in outer space,you feel every vacuum, falling in place reaching beyond […]

Self Appraisal | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 303: SELF APPRAISAL Some times, I like to think I’m a hair of the Father.Co-hair with Christ and Afrocentric in all sense of it Other times, I like to think I’m a beautiful face,drawn in shades of greyby an artless dame. In between these times, I like to be the best version of myself,living up […]

Spectacular Me | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

SPECTACULAR ME Stealthy I walk Trying to hard to be brave I dread to blink lest they see my tears. Stealthy I sneak Through their raised brows I dare not blink Lest they see my fears That was then Fast forward to now Grey glasses Green grasses Glasses that shine Now mask my tears with […]

Soliloquy Is Eloquent Meditation | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

Whenever I need expert advice, I’m the first that comes to mind. So I sit me down and talk sense into my head.  It’s not pride. It’s not weird. It’s not insane. It’s normal. Your parents do it. You. I. We. All. Do. It. Either with words spoken or thoughts ruminated upon. Talking to one’s […]

A Note To Myself | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 191: A NOTE TO MEand your root shall dig deep                into the core of her and your green shall blossom                like flowery plants and the fruit of your labour               shall be birthed by her […]

Because Mama Loves Me So | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 159: BECAUSE MAMA LOVES ME SOShe said: ‘Steve, your heart is a room of beautiful secrets and whimsical bliss. ‘A gift wrap of graciousness and a cup of sweetness’ Certainly that has remained in my heart like the consciousness of God in man. Her words reflect as light in my eyes, as beauty on […]

Flawed – Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 90: FLAWED She may not pride in a thousand strenghts Nor blow her horn so loud for all to hear. She is flawed made of clay and unrefined steel a female of definitions of style of reason of smiles and shades of black. Humble, she is, strong enough. She’s got a ton of flaws: […]

I Need A Friend

POEM 71: I NEED A FRIEND I need a friend that will sit beside me when pain finds its way into my heart. Together, we will sink in it Until I feel it no more. I need a friend that will say no word When I fall into depression Whose silence shall mutter whispers of […]

I Know Who I Am

POEM 58: I KNOW WHO I AM They say I’m an old man  trapped in a boy earthen suit; Whether na true dem talk or na lie,  I know who I am. They say I’m a curious blend of reserved a good kind of weird, crazy, loving, petty, loyal and whatnot; Whether na true dem […]

For This Purpose Am I Here

To be stain on your whiteTo be a scar to your beautifulTo be a black on your whiteTo knock off shadows off your bloom To bore a hole in your heartTo connect dots you ignoreTo make you full and make you thirstTo rattle you bones when you’re gone To fold you in my shivering armsTo […]

Featured Poem: The Poet In Me -by Martins Deep

The world sleepeth, not I whose rest flees when I hear the yearning cry Like the wailing knell in the churchyard …and Bezaleel the son of Uri within comes alive. He teacheth my fingers to weave Worlds bygone and coming on leaves. I sail wherever with my disguised sceptre. Returning with a thousand ethereal sheaves. […]