Saturday, 17 February 2024

One Poem by Thompson Emate

 



Nightfall at the creek,

I look out my window,

Birds take flight home.

 

Summer at the beach,

Radiant and bright is the sun,

Laughter at the shore.

 

Leaves fall off sad trees,

Gloom pervades the ambience,

The wind sighs and sings.

 

Lights from a distance,

They embellish the night sheet,

The moon is asleep.

 

Warm air envelopes,

Midday in the Sahara,

Warmth in the arid. 

 


 

Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His poems can be seen in Poetry Soup, Poetry Potion, Visual Verse, Written Tales, Writers Space Africa and Voice.club. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.


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