Geo Lawrence : Writing

To the woman whose stare had rocked me cold

To the woman whose stare had rocked me cold

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


Okwy, I wrote this dirge for your mum. In the times I encountered her, I was markedly humbled by her searching gaze. I still think of her. May her sou..
She'll Live (In memory of  Mrs. Aniagu)

She'll Live (In memory of Mrs. Aniagu)

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


about 3 years ago, my close friend and coursemate lost his mum. Wherever she is now, I want her to know that we still remember her fondly and still pr..
A Letter to the Future

A Letter to the Future

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


The past is a memory of wounds, for history holds a tale that tears the heart to brittle splinters of sorrow...
Of the death of a young blood

Of the death of a young blood

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


The Grim reaper: He likes them young and full of life...
Black Blood is bitter

Black Blood is bitter

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


Racism and everything in-between
A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


Her love is nothing but a gift undeserved.
Droplets (Haiku)

Droplets (Haiku)

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


Nature's wonder
Cynthia

Cynthia

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


A lost love...
Nightly singers

Nightly singers

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


they do their part at night
PLEA TO THE WIND

PLEA TO THE WIND

A Poem by Geo Lawrence


He is to die in anothet's stead.His love, far far away, his sad fate, unbeknownst to her. The wind seems to be his only ally as he speaks to the him