The Great Depression is a collection of 38 heartfelt, relative and
thought-provoking poems written by, Poet Ivy, who is a philosophical poet that seeks to capture and feed the human soul with
different emotions through his unique heartfelt poetry.
These poems are a reflection of the bittersweet realities that life
presents to us. Some are fictional and some are factual. His
poems are very relative.
Poet Ivy's amazing delivery, intriguing metaphors and similes,
alliteration, rhymes and philosophies make his poetry
outstanding and unputdownable.
Mr George .C. Obizulike is a London based poet & writer.
Known to his peers by his sobriquet, Iverson or by his stage
name, Poet Ivy. He writes almost every day
as long as he is inspired or when his "mind is open", as he says.
Poet Ivy is hoping to further his education by attending either
Oxford or Cambridge University to study English literature and
creative writing in the foreseeable future, God willing.
Poet Ivy’s poem, “Twisted” has been studied at the London
Metropolitan University in a creative writing lecture and was
highly applauded for his writing style, subject matter, message
and tone of the poem.
Earthquake. Heartbreak. (Haiti)
Sad beyond comforting...
...I see the bodies in the rubbles,
Their souls have gone up and evaporated like water,
Into a slumber, their gentle "soul sleeps"
Their flesh mixed with concrete and rocks. It gradually becomes dust & dust.
I hope the survivors don't feel forsaken,
Though their loved ones have been taken
By death in disguise with a name-"earthquake"
What did over 50,000 people do to get swallowed by mother earth?
Has she not eaten enough from tsunami yet?
Faiths tested,
Atheists ask,
"where is your God at this very moment?"
Millions left suffering,
The rest of the world are left pondering
and wondering,
Saying,
"It could have been us instead of them!"
"It could have been me instead of him!"
Unconsolable, grieving
Sad beyond comforting,
Bodies upon bodies------:-(
Mother Nature, was thou that hungry?
Every fibre in thy body
is devastingly saddened.
Alas, Mother Nature was thou that angry?
Seemingly shattered and hopeless,
The living and the dead co-exists on the streets of PORT-AU- PRINCE,
Heartbroken, soul shaken;
Ah, I see a skull cracked open,
the brains splattered and spilled all over,
Corpses on corpses all over.
We shall write and sing for the departed, a lot of dirge and elegy
We shall mourn them till' we sap out our energy
Our faces wet like the morning dew
As we mourn & pay to the victims their sincere respect and due.
How I wish I didn't have to write this piece,
Poet Ivy prays you rest in perfect peace.