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Poetry By Faith I. Bratonwan ।A young Nigerian poet

Faith I. Bratonwan 

TAPESTRY OF BLACK BEAUTY

In the realm of Black culture, a vibrant tapestry unfolds

With threads of tradition, rich and bold

From Africa's cradle to the diaspora's embrace

A kaleidoscope of beauty, time and space


The strength of Black hair, in all its textures and styles

A crown of glory, that never fades or goes out of style

The thick blackness of the African heir

A unique gesture to our beauty, beyond compare


Its softness approaches its beauty when braided

To their lines of choice, a work of art displayed

Making the difference unfold, like a blooming flower

A testament to our heritage, in every single hour


The soothing vibrance of Soca, that fills our hearts with joy

When will I stop dancing to the tune of soca music!

Whining, pennies stocks to invest, in life transforming privilege

Given to us, a treasure to behold, a beauty to unfold

In every rhythm, every beat, a story to be told


The rhythmic burbling of Afrobeat, that makes our spirits soar

Soothingly, like wonder nature, a gift to Black human kind

A blessing to appreciate, in every single find

The grace of Azonto, that tells us stories on the floor

Of resilience, joy, and a history that we adore


The stunning portraits of Kehinde Wiley's artistry

The poignant stories of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's prose

The vibrant colors of Adinkra symbols, all wonders

Of Black beauty glowing around us, like a beacon of light


The powerful words of Maya Angelou's poetry

Breathing life into the minds of people, arousing

The myth of Nelson Mandela's unforgettable law

Glistening with hope, for painless days to come



Turning to these models, the dreams of young fellows’ glint

In the culinary artistry of Black chefs, a flavorful hint

The pioneer tech of Mark Dean, a digital trailblazer

The entrepreneurial spirit of Madam CJ Walker, a haircare empire builder


Beneath the tapestry wall of Black history, many more

Unreached adventures await, untold stories to explore

Of Black innovators, creators, and leaders yet to be told

A vast and vibrant legacy, forever to unfold


Dear Africans, I celebrate your strength and dignity today and days to come

You might not be here anymore but the legacy left behind

 seem showing your presence

The inspirations left behind grow within us

The voices are ringing even till today

Your struggles are motivation to us in today's world.


 LIFE IN MY VIEW

Life is a tapestry canvas wall of moment,

painted with vibrant colours, textures and emotions

Life is a labyrinth of choices, where every decision led to a new path,

 Full of unknowns and possibilities.

It's a garden of growth, where we nurture our dreams, prune our fears,

and harvest wisdom. Life is a symphony of relationships,

where every connection adds a unique melody to the grand orchestra.


Life is a battlefield, a dance between light and darkness

where shadows teach us to appreciate the radiance

it's a river flowing, which sometimes

overflow its bank

Life is a moment of race, where we run to reach the goals of life.


A journey of no ending as we keep learning,

developing, acquiring and growing after growths.

As we keep working and working, after reaching our goals and dreams.

We can't even stop, even after reaching

our goals, as we keep working and working till nature calls.


Life is also a masterclass in surrender,

teaching us to let go of what no longer serves us,

making space for new experiences, and

embracing the unknown with grace and humility.

@Faith I Bratonwan


25th Oct, 2024.


 LET NATURE HOLD BACK ANGER

He entered the empire garden full of dim and bright flowers of a certain house of white dove

Walking up on the smooth texture of the stairs to a room

By his left

Opening the giant door with a loud bang, the bright rays of sun flirting the broad window space lands on his face

I guess he's furious

The brightness of the room lights spots a red black scar by the right corner of his right eye,


His glaring gaze land on the plush soft sofa

Retreating back his dark emotion

Slowly walking towards the vibrant hue sofa to sit in defeat

Eyeing around as if searching for prey. But just eyeing a mind comforter.

He gazes at the dreamcatcher, its web-like threads glistening in the sunlight. He remembers the wise words of his grandmother, who gave him the dreamcatcher: "Nature has a way of healing wounds, but you must let it in."

He takes a deep breath, feeling the gentle breeze rustle his hair. Slowly, he begins to unwind, letting go of the anger and frustration. He starts to notice the vibrant colours of the flowers, the songs of the birds, and the warmth of the sun on his skin.

As he sits there, a gentle rain begins to fall, drumming a soothing rhythm on the roof. He closes his eyes, allowing the calming melody to wash over him.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He remembers a nearby stream, hidden behind the garden. He gets up, feeling a sense of purpose, and walks towards the stream.

Then a solace he found in the stream's gentle flow


 "Bedtime cry"

Drown in a sea of tears

Crying yourself to sleep

Then, the mind broke out its feelings, at that moment,

Silence and solitude, the amplify feeling of sadness and hopeless

Then, the tears that fall like autumn rain roll down our cheeks, is the tears of emotions "bedtime cry"

Wail until the darkness fades, shedding tears that nourish the heart at that moment, are tears before bedtime. When silence becomes our best friend, then the warm tears roll out our feelings in sadness, agony and pain. Weeping yourself into a peaceful slumber with our sudden consoler, the stillness of the night,

Sobbing our heart out, before bedtime

The time the wary heart and heavily loaded mind share it thought with silence at the darkest hour of the night, then the mind let it all out

Cried yourself to sleep, the wound in the heart show itself in that moment called "bedtime cry"


That moment, the great mind, cry until the heart is empty

The time needed by the champions to weep bitter tears, is the "bedtime cry"

Where we sob our heart out

Tears before bedtime, wounded heart, cry yourself into a hollow bone


" Bedtime cry"

Awakening To My Dream


Swaying gently wishing in the night

Smitten by the wind's soft sigh

Sifting through the darkness

Searching for the light


Clenching heart, clinging to hope

Knocking of the heart, a beat within

Screeching whispers truth to win

Rattling around the super corner of the mind

Clunking steps towards my poetry's light

Dullness fades away as desires clutches


Blabbering the whining penny stocks to blab

Shining sparkles of lights, twinkling through dazzling gleam

Whining shadows dance, a wondrous dream

Glishing sunbeams smirk, a radiant grin

Smirking shadows of my dream, a tale within.


LIVING A LIFE OF PURPOSE

The purpose of life

Is to live it

To taste experience to the

Utmost

To reach out eagerly and

Without fear for newer and

Richer experience

Having a purpose makes it impossible


To merely exist

Nothing becomes meaningless

Everything becomes a stone on the path

To delivering our reason for existence

To the world


There is no greater gift you can give

Or receive

Than to honor your calling

“chase your purpose, not your pension”



Giving back to other and living

A more balanced life

Gives the highest happiness

Written by: Faith I. Bratonwan 


THE BEAUTY OF NATURE

Beauty of the nature are endless

Beautiful daffodil flowers and green surrounding

The sun, the moon, old and young trees


Small stream with clear water

Thick mass of ferns

Thickets of forest and musk rose

Are constant source of joy and happiness to man



Oh, complaisant and obliging nature

So attractive and alluring

The creative and controlling force in the universe

Beautiful flowers are part of our joy and sorrow


Beauty and richness of nature

Is diverse and massive

Living things are some of the countless

Riches of beauty that nature has to offer


It’s beautiful that nature is living and producing

When you see a water fall, an undisturbed meadow

The glassy surface of a lake, so difficult to put into words

The greatest blessing of God on human, so flawless.


Written by; Faith I. Bratonwan


THE BEAUTY OF OUR LIVES WHICH WE FAIL TO SEE BY JUST ADMIRING THAT OF THE WORLD

By faith I Bratonwan 

What is this life

if full of care

what is this world

if full of love?


we have no time

to stir and see

no time to admire

the through beauty

of ourselves

 

No time to give

meaning to the songs of the bird in the sky

no time to pave through

the windows and smile in all

for our loving ones


No time to cherish the true beauty of our lives

just only for that of the worldWhat is this life

if full of love and care.


Faith I. Bratonwan is a Nigerian teenager. Hails from Ese Odo local Gov’t Area, in Ondo State, Nigeria. She is a high school graduate. She is a writer, a poet and motivational speaker. She has written so many life quotes and four novels which have not been published yet. She is a lover of books. She has the passion for writing, and her best hobby is reading. Despite the fact that she is a science student who aspires to become a medical doctor, she loves the work of art. Firstly, writing came into her life as her best and favourite hobby, then later found passion in it. So, she put her feelings into words, showing people the beauty of her words and healing with its power. She is a lover of poetry. Although, it’s a natural flair and she had never failed to use it to impact the world.


 She is an award-winning poet who has contributed to so many poetry anthologies. She has contributed to several international poetry anthologies and has been recognized as a poetry litterateur in the Redefining world poetry anthology, and has been featured in the Redefining poetry anthology magazine that was published this year, 2024. As a young Nigerian poet, she feels so honored to have been working with different international poets and authors. Because, not all girls like her are opportune to have this great and wonderful privilege. She has also been published in several online literary magazines.  It is really the pen that is speaking!

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