This is Noble Writers Group freestyle poetry collaboration with different writers from different locations. Every writer was asked to write a freestyle poem, (two stanzas with four lines) on the title “This is not me“. Without each writer knowing what the other writer was writing. But at the end, it should flow in the same or similar direction.
Featured Writers….
Noble Acquah
Instagram: Noble_nwg
Emmerc Kojo Aidoo
Instagram: aidooemmerc
Benard Makafui Mordedzi
Instagram: benardmakafui
Shailly Maheshwari
Prince Opare Boateng
Instagram- pobarts
Adjokatse Dorneh
Instagram: dorneh_rhymez
Niky
Instagram: nikisaeidian
Jahmai Aikins
Instagram: @ato_google
Efo Losu The Poet
Instagram: @efo_losu_the_poet
Nathan Anye
This is not me
Hmmm, I’m standing in front of the mirror
But I can’t see my reflection
I hardly drink water outside
But I now spend time in bars even more than the bottles, ah!
For the sake of my needs,
I gave in
For the privilege I wanted,
I compromised
Only to be shattered and scattered
I was but a light even for the blind,
My shoulder was the very pillow upon which many cried
I was but a lullaby to put many restless hearts to sleep.
My mouth knew nothing but inspiration.
Ever since I loved you blindly,
I assassinated my brain’s voice.
Merely see a wide curve beneath your nose,
I silenced my self respect to please your blackmailing letters.
Then came the darkness of woe,
Shackling my heart to revenge and wickedness.
Blame my heart and my mind not.
They were subjected to torment of betrayals.
For the want of affection,
I suffered an unexpected cause
Take me back to reality!
For this is not me
I had turned my world upside down so bad.
I realised later, this is not me.
For my love was pure but your appetite wasn’t,
For I killed myself to build your lust, which worth weren’t.
Once upon a time
When I did not owe anyone I dime
My name adored
Far and near deployed
This is not me.
Upward drive
But downward dive
My heart doth cries, in pain I sigh
Out of darkness comes light, rectitude I sought with all my might .
It feels like a Ghost lives in me deep inside
That comes out and starts to ruin everything
just with words
With who it is or I better say with who I am
With what it thinks or in better words, with what I think!
This is not me
I’m no longer free
Constantly intoxicated
Only the “bottle” makes me sated.
I know that I didn’t create this Ghost
It is the creature of worst reactions with bad timing towards me, repeatedly
I believe some people just take my soul filter it in a way that all I can reflect to them is a Ghost
And then even themselves hate it and can’t stand it
and of course they would get hurt by it.
Under my roof was a dim light
Where many huts lie
In his quest for my belongings
He killed my offspring
Broken heart, boozer made
From royalty to the shackles
With fear and disgust I saw myself
Yet from deep within a voice soo soft, This is not me.
In search for greener pastures,
I found myself in the battle field.
Struggling with life for better living.
Quiting ran through my mind.
But I was determined not to halt.
I never said that It was
I didn’t like it because I had lost my way
There is an undeniable truth
Since we existed;
In my hand’s abundance
Many depend for endurance
Beauty was my hair during winter
In summer my hair wither
I walked near the timberland with a lot on my mind.
Hoping to see God to command rain on me.
When I was soaked in the rain,
My sins were forgiven but not forgotten.
This is not me
I used to be strong
Now I feel weak
This is not me
Look deeper, try harder
You will know that This is not me
Ouch, this temper has crossed the border
This is not meeeeee!
Thanks for reading. What’s your favourite stanza or line?
Noble 