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<blockquote>If love is only a word, why does it demand oceans crossed,lands wandered, and wings broken?</blockquote><figure id="figure-jcf9hk1ejmk5sh06c"><img id="jcf9hk1ejmk5sh06c" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/12EdgEOireAGUZwz6jB7Ma2IeMEQb5Ct0VGbGd1Q17wXiVFNGmqFBBZ8AUrAdEEq.jpg" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 " style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/12EdgEOireAGUZwz6jB7Ma2IeMEQb5Ct0VGbGd1Q17wXiVFNGmqFBBZ8AUrAdEEq.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"></figure>Have heard a lots &nbsp;about loveIt’s an action word they say&nbsp;So what can I not do for you my love?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I can swim the ocean&nbsp;if your love is in its depth&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I can wander to the neck of the landto find where your heart rest&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I can fly&nbsp;knowing that I shall fall&nbsp; &nbsp; So tell meWill you by this&nbsp;then say that I love you?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ........ Jola Dada Bolaji

Before I Say I Love You

<blockquote>Maybe this time, we should all do something different. Something quieter. Something simpler.</blockquote>I’m sorry this won’t be the regular New Year write-up.No recaps of the year we survived, no long summaries of lessons learned, no carefully listed expectations for the year ahead.So what exactly am I doing here?I guess I’m choosing honesty. I’m sorry this particular one is gonna be conversational-like.Maybe this time, we should all do something different. Something quieter. Something simpler.Ask for nothing. Not because we don’t need more, but because we’ve already carried enough.Just bless God for breath, for endurance, for making it this far.Stay strong, even when strength looks like rest.Get ready not with pressure, but with intention.And when the moment comes, go harder. Not out of fear, but out of faith. —Zainab Kolapo

Breath Before Becoming

<blockquote><h2>When you read hundreds of poems every month, you stop looking for perfection, and start listening for truth.</h2></blockquote>Over the past 16 months, I have had the privilege of serving as a poetry curator and reader for the Yemipoet Monthly Poetry Contest. Each month, I read between 150 and 300 poems, spanning themes such as Zero Hunger, Victory, Comfort Zone, World of Love, Poetic Rant for Social Change, Poetry for SDGs Letter to Self, and many others.This experience has changed me.First, I have learned that poetry is not just art, it is testimony. Across different voices and backgrounds, I encountered pain, hope, anger, faith, resistance, love, and resilience. Writers consistently reminded me that poetry is often a place where truth feels safest.Second, I have evolved as a reader. I now read beyond beautiful lines and clever metaphors. I listen for intent, honesty, clarity, and growth. I have learned to value poems that may be imperfect in form but powerful in purpose, as much as those that are technically polished.Third, I have seen patterns that matter. The strongest poems often:- Stay true to the theme without forcing it - Show rather than tell - Use simple language with deep meaning - Speak from lived experience or sincere reflectionTo writers and poetry contest participants, my advice is this:- Write honestly, not performatively - Read widely and revise intentionally - Respect the theme, but don’t imprison your voice - Growth matters more than winningEvery poem submitted is a step forward. Every attempt sharpens your voice.To all the poets who have trusted us with their words, thank you. You have not only grown as writers; you have also shaped me as a reader.Poetry continues to teach me that listening is an art, too.Opeyemi Enitan Moses .......

What 16 Months of Reading 3,000+ Poems Taught Me

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<blockquote>Because sometimes the heart speaks louder with water..</blockquote>Each tear drop…Each one carries a weight you can’t measure with eyes,A heaviness you only feel when the world finally grows quiet.Let them flow.Because sometimes the heart speaks louder in waterThan the mouth ever could in words.These drops…They’re not weakness,They’re the body’s way of saying,“I’ve held too much for too long.”Every tear is an emotion escaping;A silent scream,A broken prayer,A soft confessionOf everything you couldn’t explain.So let them fall,Let them travel down your cheeksLike stories sliding off a tired soul.For in the falling,There is relief.And in the relief,There is healing.And in the healing,There is you—Still standing. —Zainab Kolajo.

Each Tear Drop.

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<blockquote>But my unfolding is a journey..and not a destiny.</blockquote>I am a seed planted deep, deep, inside and within&nbsp;I yearn to sprout, to unfold and to thrive,The me I desire, is waiting, waiting to break free,But my unfolding is a journey and not a destiny. It's a process, in between, a slow release,A shedding of layers, a finding of peace,I'm unlearning and also learning to beThe best version of me, wild and carefree. I'm a work in progress, a masterpiece in the making,A story still being written, with each step, though aching,The chains of doubt, the weights that I've carried....I'm finding my voice, my heart, my soul and my manner through all... My unfolding is a journey, winding and slow,But with each step, I find my flow,I'm discovering parts of me, I never knew existed,I'm becoming the me, I've always wished to be existed. So I'll keep on unfolding, like a flower in bloom,I'll keep on growing, till I reach my full bloom,My unfolding is a process, and I'm feeling alive,I'm becoming the me, I desire, and it's feeling good to thrive. (Sometimes growth whispers in the silence) —Oreoluwa Odusina.

The Me I Desire.

Voices Of Naija: November’s Yemipoet Spoken-Word Contest Unveiled

Yemipoet Creation

Yemipoet is an Instagram  page that organizes monthly and random poetry contest. Top 3 winner gets a cash prize. Yemipoet is registered  as Yemipoet Creation Company in Nigeria