The Poemhunter Poem by Yusuf Qomorudeen Olusola

The Internet refuses to open the site’s gate
Appealing to heaven where all returns shall be made
My way, with ease, was made
Browsing through the yard
I realize I’ve been to the elite world
The page within the gate seems to be red
Not for blood nor suppression of my zest
But for creativities of people shining on their golden pen
Registered as a new member
I realize it is The PoemHunter

How I wish I’d known you earlier than this!
You ignite my dying memory
And rejuvenate all my passions for poetry
A radiant of recognition fly onto my soul
My seeming-dead Literary works are back and glow
All in the course of joining The PoemHunter

Hadn’t been the divine creativity of some creatures
Heaven would’ve agitated against the buried creativities
And claimed back the world to revive the neglected talents
Many would’ve not known to any
If anyone hasn’t created any
Dishing out the truth can never kill the world
Denying it will rather upset the heaven
Talking of not just a site
Then, one of them is The PoemHunter

The site is a competitive Arena
Where all the gladiators engage
In an endless combat of Intellectualism
Creativities dwell in everyone’s soul
And this caused the congestion of creativities
Lion preys upon lion
When every poet, on this field, is a lion
Crier fails to pet crier
When everyone, for fame, is a crier
Many poems are left without comments
When in this room, there is diversity of ideology
Callous are every poet here
Since my poor poems haven’t gained their attention
Meeting you on this battle field
I bid kudos to The PoemHunter.