NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 – THE PRIZE WINNERS

< p style=”box-sizing:border-box;border:0;font-family:"font-size:14px;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;outline-color:initial;outline-style:initial;padding:0;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(125,125,125);background-color:rgb(255,255,255);”> < p style=”box-sizing:border-box;border:0;font-family:"font-size:14px;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;outline-color:initial;outline-style:initial;padding:0;vertical-align:baseline;color:rgb(125,125,125);background-color:rgb(255,255,255);”>Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce Bakre Fadil Adedamola, Ajah Henry Ekene and Bona O. Solomon as prize winners for the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which opened for submissions on 15th February, 2017 and received 725 poems from students drawn from over 100 tertiary institutions…

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst

​Shroud The Moon I see your eyes float like balloons through the giant storm. I cradle your blanket. I cry on the carpet like a child, all in privacy, between rooms & walls. All for the farewell too real to speak. The world will not compensate, will not hold the hope to get out of…

“A Nut Job” | by Mare Leonard

Is he the warm chestnut bought from a vendor under the EiffelTower, the sweet meat, tasting like long lasting truth?   Is he a walnut cracked open by the matriarch at the Christmas table to be passed around to  kids so they could nibble a bit of honesty?   Is he an almond grown in…

Three poems | by JD DeHart

  Plight of a Perfectionist   It is quite something indeed to realize that all points of life offer some semblance of disillusionment   If you expect the ceiling to be so high, people to putter around kindly, and every object to be made of marble. Axis Point   Here I sit at the spinning…

Two poems | by C. Z Heyward

Though I May Try … There is No Perfect Place nor Time to Love You  When I first wrote my name on your body it was as a child would. Grabbing every crayon from the box. Trees were purple and blue. Grass was orange. The sky yellow. The dog red. Didn’t understand the lines and…

Three poems | by Victor Ugwu 

1. Dusk I Dusk bleeds A poem of wreath… II blue sores enclave Songs coursing broken tongues of dawn Seconds walay On slippery knolls— Time’s essence fall Into (y)our stenched pots III This man From east Of west Drinks life from your gourds As all your yearns Fix firm roots In his pockets While yours…

​THINK THE GRAVE | by Awogbemila Temitope

“I do not set my life at a pin’s fee; And, for my soul, what can it do to that”                        —- William Shakespeare The ailing air was bugling into my Chest because I was sand wearing a black song, My joy murdered like silence…

NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 – THE LONGLIST

Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is delighted to announce the longlist for the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which closed to submissions on 15th March, 2017.  Poems numbering 725 were received, processed and forwarded to an 8-man judging panel chaired by Professor Akachi Ezeigbo for critical assessment. The longlisted entries with details of…

Violated | by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

​I woke up this morning with anger all over my heart. I weep for my nation whose  hope appears bleak because of greed.  The children of the future have nothing to look up to  for the resources of the land are far depleted. bloated tummies and malnourishment shook hands as vestige of egocentricity lead the way….

NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017:  TOP 100 POEMS

Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce the top 100 entries for the 2nd edition of Nigerian Students Poetry Prize which received 725 poems from students drawn from over 100 tertiary institutions in Nigeria and abroad. The poems with details of the authors are listed below in no particular order: WHEN IT ALL COMES…

Five Short Absurdities | by Ed Ahern

Spin Drift A Day is not the measure Of my living A failure sets no standard on my worth Moments blowing into moments Set my drift And threaten to gutter my candle.   Deprivation I’ve managed a life Without Rock and Roll. No, metal, no grunge, no acid. Beatle intrusion only by chance.   Never…

Three poems | by Natalie Crick

​Autumnal Gems Branches shudder in growth. Roots twist and suck. The ground dapples. Shoots rise: Soft, lush, Dripping, A pulsing thing  Exposed to wind, Exhaled into open sky, Forgotten, ghosted.  Russet leaves catch the light Open mouthed as infants High on sugar, Passing out, Their glutinous gems A promiscuous showering of treats.  Ghost Night is…

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: COMMUNICATORS LEAGUE (CL) CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST

Creativity is discovered in the limitless opening of a mind wrapped in the consciousness of excellence and societal good.  Based on the foregoing, Communicators League (CL) invites writers from all parts of the world to participate in the maiden edition of its creative writing contest aimed at bridging the gap between arts and humanity. THEMES…

Three Poems | by Paul Brookes

Stone Lass Spunk sees Cruel lass from afar gobsmacked by her looks he gets smitten hard and determines she’ll be hooked Asks her mates for her mobile number, and all her social media pages, scours internet for details, winds himself up in rages. Gets his message through once or twice but she mocks him “…

My Unborn Face | by Sudeep Adhikari

I am still one with you holding onto you close heart of your heartbeats that ethereal umbilical cord they can see it through their tongue and touch it with their eyes Just they can’t think, of you and me and the singularity of One in all, and all in One.   I am still your…