Midnight whisper• Show poetry

where you’d send a thousand, I’d go
the void silence creates, I’d fill
I’d get into situations, shake it apart like flu
and I can’t be stopped cos like water I flow
yet can’t be frozen , my only difference from aqua
everyday I live, I pay my dues and pray
that my Sun will only cease to shine the day I go
to sleep in the pit, so cold… ain’t warm
when I can write no more, not even say hi!



The last letters of each line above forms my name - OLUWAYOMI, my peeps call me YOMI but I coined “URME”.



I’m a male medical student in Africa precisely NIGERIA. I c most things in life like a flower… each have a beginning, blossoms and then die out with time. Everyday is the next day’s sepals protecting the petals that become tomorrows’ sepals.





i'm so shy, i carefully go about my civics
murmuring words of change i crave to my delight
back in secondary school i picked up lessons from physics
sound travels faster even louder at night
social science also gave me some basics
man ponders at night over what he's done in the light
his mind is opened, he could even write one of the classics.
so i choose to pass my message in the dead time- midnight
when i don't need a shout only a whisper would do
cos the medium is pefect, the hearer is in the best of states


My poetry… is a way out of the mute, its gives lips to the voices in my head. I like poetry that flows, free verses are my toast. I don’t mind rhyming… hey! it shows wealth of words, but confers some rigidity. Tell me? what about a poem so flexible even when studded with rhymes – SPLENDID. below is a couple of lines about my poetry


bleeding pen


helpless, wounded by neglect,
dripping tears and blood,
in the lousy shadowed corner laid
eyeing my fingers groping the scroll.


cries to spit on paper
for the dots that form letters
yearns for the rough raw hands
to rub her along the parallels.


i’d make her spill out justice
while drawing the voices in my head
i’d write for tomorrow stalking today
for a box of dreams thru the crystals
for a face I see in my darkness
for the wails that break my utopia
smothering my heart with high pitches.

i’d send a knife thru the pen
make her bleed like my chest
till she runs out of zeal
till she cease to be my weapon of mass instruction.





My philosophy… “Life is too short to live for a thing”

I love art and music. Give me fuji, apala, hip pop, pop, techno, rock… I’d enjoy every piece so far it’s good music.I love rock majorly cause it gives room to express all emotions. I’ve found a new love in BJORK.