I don’t know if i have asked this question here: is writing limited to a certain age? Tell me what you think on the prompt today.

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Abuh Monday Eneojo
Abuh Monday Eneojo is a poet and author of three books. You can check out his books on Amazon.
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1 year ago

Life has
A way
Of letting
You hold
On or
Let go
Of things
You can
No longer do
I’ve recently
Started writing
And I’m older
Than a some
But younger than
A few
Is it the years
You live
Or the life
You’ve known
That makes
You a writer
Who knows
Age is a number
You can
Write at
10 or a
I hope i’m
Around at that
Age to write
About all of you ❤️

1 year ago

I am waiting here for her to be released ! She gets to come home for two weeks-then she’ll have to go back in the hospital every 21 days for five days for chemotherapy for 6 months! 😢It’s going to be a long hard winter through Covid Thank you for asking🤗❤️ I wrote my poem in like two minutes why I was starting at her 🤷‍♀️

1 year ago

I didn’t think i’ve have time to. But the wheels of hospital release run slow. I wish it was a better poem but like i said i wrote it in 2 minutes 🤷‍♀️ I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she beats cancer ! Your prayers help Abuh- you are a great friend- thank you 🙏

1 year ago

Body aging
Time passes away
As I sit here
With my thoughts
Of each gone yesterday
Memories evoke artful feelings
I’ve so very much to say
So I write them down
For generations
That shall come after me
when my
Breath is no longer
In poems my voice
Will forever stay

1 year ago

Thank you, friend!

1 year ago

Truly versed with loveliness 💫💛

1 year ago

Of ages that have found us
thru paths of light and art
holding us dear
never letting them go.

How do we find thoughts
those days we played
sandboxing our minds
so happy to be alive.

Evening reflection beckons
infusing our memories
wild shores of love
such waves still take us back.

1 year ago

Amazing 😍😍

1 year ago

👏👏👏👏👏 bravo maestro!

1 year ago

Where I live… Half Moon Bay…

1 year ago

That to which the mind
yields to is genteel
to feel in rhymes
when love binds to
dissolve in a smile
whether placidly we cry
to bleeding moments
irrelevant with age
scarlet passion flows
wishes never gets old
we write with rage
in sentences we infuse
our mercurial moods.

1 year ago

Mingle n follow
our passions flow
aged in sweetness n style
like good wines
our moods are entwined
with lovely vines.

Last edited 1 year ago by Michelle
1 year ago
Reply to  Michelle

We muse upon
the dark n light of
seasonal tones
harnessing fanciful hues
we are ridiculously cool.

1 year ago
Reply to  Michelle

Michelle – my fave lines are “ Irrelevant with Scarlett passion close wishes never get old.” You so rocked this 🤗❤️

1 year ago

To age is to be a work of art
each line & wrinkle a story
caught in skin folds
remembered births and dried placentas.
Busted knees and kisses on booboos
weddings and funerals
remembering things ain’t what we used to
A new era posted on social media
no more Sunday dinners
full of laughter, now it’s emojis
can barely see in the corner
would love to know my family
but screen is all I get
to age is to be a work of art
but on this box I can’t see shit. -Ad (CRG)

1 year ago
Reply to  CurvyRedGurl

Touchingly brings smiles..lovely🤗😍

1 year ago

Wonderfully rendered abuh..soo beautiful 💓

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