Who is Edith Nornubari

Nornubari, Edith Zorbari was born and raised in Rivers State Nigeria. Was born on 22nd March 2002, in Kaani community Khana LGA Rivers State. Currently studying Biochemistry in Kenule Beeson Saro Wiwa Polytechnic. I love writing poems. As an introvert, poetry help me communicate my feelings on paper and I get to express myself without being judged or misunderstood. Poetry gives me the Liberty of expressing myself exactly how I feel and in ways I intend to relate them. To me, writing poem is not just being creative but, to be free and relieved of heavy burden and stress. I call Poetry my Paddy, because it is always available when no one is. ...
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Edith Nornubari Poems

  • Zina
    Would you love to know where my strength come from?
    Would you love to know why the high and mighty bows at my feet?
    Would you love to know why the wise men follow me where I lead them?
    Would you love to know how loud my glory can speak? ...
  • My Leka
    In your womb, whence I came
    to me was the best and peaceful place.

    I became born and you gave me a name ...
  • Buy Me Some Love
    How much does love cost?
    Does it cost me my life, my blood or my sweat?
    Do I have to beg, force or buy?
    Do I need to cry, smile or frown? ...
  • What Do I Call This Love Story?
    Why does loving you hurt?
    Why do I feel like shit?
    Everyday I have to ask myself if I have you or not.
    Is this what people who love you go through? ...
  • If I Were God
    If I were God
    There will be lots of discrimination.
    No protection for those who ignores my instruction.
    ...
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poem
Fears In Solitude
 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Written in April 1798, during the alarm of an invasion

A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
No singing skylark ever poised himself.
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
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