The Volume of Her Tones
The volume of
Her tones
Create a creakiest
Voice at the night...
Ocean of her smile
Wakes a slumber
Of her absences.
Ringing tones spread
amidst choruses
and crowded rim:
The conflagration of rhymes.
The melody in her voice
Like a heavenly voice
In a hushed cathedral
The rain drops one by one;
And some people flies outside
To see the flowing of her dulcet
Counting a cracks by the said rain.
The grave that changes trajectory
Lives in the grey!
The state is neonatal and aged
In an empty growth!
Adam garko
Dedicated to her surpass girl on earth❤
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Meritoral fingers
Priceless faces
Like 'marzipan' food
Reminisce joy that caused vent
All mouths equivocated threat
Lad and lass groan
Like bouts era
~~Adam u
Garko~~~
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
Meritoral fingers
Priceless faces
Like 'marzipan' food
Reminisce joy that caused vent
All mouths equivocated threat
Lad and lass groan
Like bouts era
~~Adam u
Garko~~~
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
SMILE
Your dimple face that dance
Make my face happier
Your beauty face that shine
Make my heart clear
Your slowly voice like the rap soliloquy
Make me feels humble and hale
Your heart,hands and your horse
Make me ride on mat on mouse
©Adamu Usman Garko
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
BATTLE OF LOVE
The first that called the game
'Romeo and jullet'
The last that wait for the game
'The dead and grave'
What's the life without the 4 words?
Oh the wrapped and the apparent!
Create a Field in the saucer of blood
Like the rimmed reservoir in the heart
The life is for me and you
The you,you are mine and fine
The gate is open of the recto of the body
Like the felonies running to fall in the titinus cry
But again,and again want to feel drowsy in the field
©Adamu Usman Garko
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
PENURY
Eyes falling of tears
Empty pocket calling for help
Tears become effigy to the victim
Donating all hands effort
To run away predatory
Oh victim
Predicament isn't permanent
Poverty is like pong and stink
Every one is running from it
When your name wear the cloth
Don't yell because of its boxing
Poverty is like outhouse
When ever its raining
The fist to demise
Life change
Ease replace suffering
©Adamu Usman Garko
©Adamu Usman Garko
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC