*Based on a true-life incident
If I could see it coming
Maybe I would have stopped you running
But alas there’s no appointment
Very much to one’s disappointment
Before one could stop you
After you’d gone through
The dastardly act
An idea of the devil’s pact
And you lay on the tar
Its blackness your blood did mar
Amongst commuters conveyed
You figured its time you preyed
On pockets in hidden sight
Irregardless of anyone’s plight
A pocket you were seen to pick
Raised alarm fueled you with fear so sick
Eyes seek to convict you
Hands itching to grab too
Soon you’d lie on the tar
Its blackness your blood will mar
The struggle on board begins
You fight to vindicate your sins
But eyes that espied you outnumbered
By accusations your freedom was encumbered
The thought of you adorning a tyre
As a celebration ignites you with fire
Surges the urge to survive
The desire to be alive
But you lay on the tar
Its blackness your blood continues to mar
In dire moments to come
Luck seemed to offer you some
As you broke from entanglement and was free
Swift and dexterous for all that could see
But alas you had been marked
By something so ruthless mercy it lacked
Across the highway where you dashed
Your life by a speeding truck got smashed
All eyes now fixed on you lying on the tar
Its blackness your blood and guts mar
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So he snatched something – picked a pocket…and blindly ran into the street and got hit by a car.
This is good. I don’t think poetry is your strong point though.
No offense. I just find your stories more believable.
Nice one.
lol…@Seun-Odukoya …you’ll be surprised that I used to write poetry before I started writing prose.
And this is a poetic style thats called the ‘narrative poem’ – a poem that tells a story. That’s usually my kind of poetry…not the kind that would get your brain in knots!
Yeye man…stop stereotyping me jo!
You ought to know more than anyone else that I wouldn’t do that.
I was just sharing my opinion. No offense again.
lol…I know you can’t.
was just kidding…
This is nice.
Thanks
Af ro nuts. Pathetic. Nice poem. He died? Maybe that’s a stupid question but miracles do happen.
Cool poem
aww…you were expecting a miracle?
Somehow. Like maybe get a second chance. Sometimes, the juice isn’t just worth the squeeze but such is life.
This guy was surely destined to pay for his sins. So sad.
Nice one.
obviously…Thanks
He surely was marked from the moment he thought of the pocket to be picked…Nice one..like the rhymes too.
And this could work as a story…Well done, Afronuts.
@sibbylwhyte …lol…I’m not surprised. you always decipher my poems so flawlessly.
Thanks sweetie!
“the thought of you adorning a tyre”
“as a celebration ignite you with a fire”
Cool lines those were!
Thanks teewah…felt good with those lines too
At first I thought he was to be set ablaze.
What a bad fate to befall a 10 naira thief.
You did well.
@babyada
I did well?
why..thank you
This is hot.
I went in there, I saw the act myself.
This is awesome. I think this is the poem I like best from you.
Really? wow…If na @Kaycee talk am then I try no be small…Thanks bro!
Vivid Poem , made it easy to imagine, well done man.
That was the point…to be simple and accurate to pass the imagery across…Thanks!
Cool poem but, I’d go with @Seun-Odukoya…you need to work harder on your poems.
The reversal or should i call it contrasting way you wrote this didn’t really rock…
@adaobiokwy ….And by working harder you mean?
What do you think can make it rock?
Thumbs up…..well written
Thanks obi
Should I say he was marked or he marked himself?
Anyway your poem is as nice as your stories. Well done!
Seems you’ve seen a trend in the way I write…Thanks…
Squelch. Crush