oni-olusegun - Hello Poetry

Four years ago I mistakenly picked up poetry in the gym At first I did not even notice but When I did I feel in love I never knew words could be So perfect and loaded I was in love-- I read and I write and I Love every minute of it Like every good relationship It got better with time-- I got better with time I learned values that spilled Over to all aspects of my life. I learned my feelings are my feeling And they can be raw material to Make good art. I learned Good end product requires time, sacrifices and sometimes ungodly amount of effort I learned about patience and how impatience is not a virtue Like every good story, there is always an end. It's been over a year since I have written anything Now I can barely relate to any poem And I probably can't poetically string two sentences together to save my life The love has faded but the lessons still keep me going.

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Mar 26, 2020

Mar 26, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC

My last poem is not a poem

Four years ago I mistakenly picked up poetry in the gym At first I did not even notice but When I did I feel in love I never knew words could be So perfect and loaded I was in love-- I read and I write and I Love every minute of it Like every good relationship It got better with time-- I got better with time I learned values that spilled Over to all aspects of my life. I learned my feelings are my feeling And they can be raw material to Make good art. I learned Good end product requires time, sacrifices and sometimes ungodly amount of effort I learned about patience and how impatience is not a virtue Like every good story, there is always an end. It's been over a year since I have written anything Now I can barely relate to any poem And I probably can't poetically string two sentences together to save my life The love has faded but the lessons still keep me going.

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I am playing A game, One I hate to lose But I know how it ends-- No one ever win A joke, One I'd love to tell But I know how it ends-- No one ever laugh A song , One I'd love to part I know how it ends-- No one ever listen An antique, One I'd like to show off But I know how it ends Nothing last forever A stranger, Naked on my bed-- Come to think of it She is my wife

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC

Divorce

I am playing A game, One I hate to lose But I know how it ends-- No one ever win A joke, One I'd love to tell But I know how it ends-- No one ever laugh A song , One I'd love to part I know how it ends-- No one ever listen An antique, One I'd like to show off But I know how it ends Nothing last forever A stranger, Naked on my bed-- Come to think of it She is my wife

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What could I have done to deserve this? He walked into my class a god My father with love in his eyes and burning anger What could I have done to deserve this? He beckoned to the tired looking Mathematics teacher to stop-- It struck me hard like thunder A resounding knock on my head What could I have done to deserve this? Thwack! Thwack! In my fifty third year I can feel my head still burning What could I have done to deserve this? My father has zero tolerance for Indiscretion This, he told me repeatedly -- But not once with his mouth

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Jan 26, 2019

Jan 26, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC

Guilty as charged

What could I have done to deserve this? He walked into my class a god My father with love in his eyes and burning anger What could I have done to deserve this? He beckoned to the tired looking Mathematics teacher to stop-- It struck me hard like thunder A resounding knock on my head What could I have done to deserve this? Thwack! Thwack! In my fifty third year I can feel my head still burning What could I have done to deserve this? My father has zero tolerance for Indiscretion This, he told me repeatedly -- But not once with his mouth

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I asked God if I could change my major and she said yes but wait till after five years I asked her if it is okay to fornicate with Cynthia and she said sure but wait till her mom travels I asked if I should wear ****** or not to wear ****** and she said **** dude! She calls me that sometimes She said you can do just anything you want Thanks God I said So you are saying I can put this parody poem on internet Yes yes yes God said Only God knows what you are going to do next but when you are said and done I am so sending you to hell

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Dec 16, 2018

Dec 16, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC

God said yes to me

I asked God if I could change my major and she said yes but wait till after five years I asked her if it is okay to fornicate with Cynthia and she said sure but wait till her mom travels I asked if I should wear ****** or not to wear ****** and she said **** dude! She calls me that sometimes She said you can do just anything you want Thanks God I said So you are saying I can put this parody poem on internet Yes yes yes God said Only God knows what you are going to do next but when you are said and done I am so sending you to hell

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Life took the life of a poet Decades before death came-- Life took the life of a poet A king at night A Slave at dawn Hours before birds He wakes Trading his time To earn a dime Life took the life of a poet Asked about his poem and pet Life got serious he laments Life took the life of a poet Though we barely see him live We all attended his funeral Many times before death came

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC

Two sides of a coin

Life took the life of a poet Decades before death came-- Life took the life of a poet A king at night A Slave at dawn Hours before birds He wakes Trading his time To earn a dime Life took the life of a poet Asked about his poem and pet Life got serious he laments Life took the life of a poet Though we barely see him live We all attended his funeral Many times before death came

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Midnight, Ninth of November God-knows-who was awake Idle, naive and posted Age is not maturity Age is just a number I stare through my Window I saw the moon, my niece Myself five years before tonight; Behind them stood my father In a stupor of grief and grey-- Age is nothing like a number With age comes wisdom And with age comes age

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC

Age

Midnight, Ninth of November God-knows-who was awake Idle, naive and posted Age is not maturity Age is just a number I stare through my Window I saw the moon, my niece Myself five years before tonight; Behind them stood my father In a stupor of grief and grey-- Age is nothing like a number With age comes wisdom And with age comes age

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My mind, a white canvas Empty pages Voids I can not fill An empty room Quiet everywhere A deafening silence A collapsed mansion Broken glass around my feet I can barely breathe Boring Metaphors Not even a rhyme It get worse with time A king in coma How long before he wakes up Days, Decades or Never? Tomorrow is yet another day

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

Writer's block

My mind, a white canvas Empty pages Voids I can not fill An empty room Quiet everywhere A deafening silence A collapsed mansion Broken glass around my feet I can barely breathe Boring Metaphors Not even a rhyme It get worse with time A king in coma How long before he wakes up Days, Decades or Never? Tomorrow is yet another day

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How many prayer must be answered Before an atheist believes, Believe There is a God How many mysteries must be solved Before our priest concurs, Concur There is no God How many heart must be broken Before Cupid accepts, Accept There is no love How many poem must be written Before She realizes, Realize I am in love with her

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC

Lost

How many prayer must be answered Before an atheist believes, Believe There is a God How many mysteries must be solved Before our priest concurs, Concur There is no God How many heart must be broken Before Cupid accepts, Accept There is no love How many poem must be written Before She realizes, Realize I am in love with her

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If we die tonight Who will tell Hellopoetry About our demise

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC

just a thought (Haiku)

If we die tonight Who will tell Hellopoetry About our demise

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An empty day Pure thought Broken heart Slow music (the rhythms) Silent night Cool breeze A little frustration What else do I need to write a good poem?

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Jun 1, 2018

Jun 1, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC

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An empty day Pure thought Broken heart Slow music (the rhythms) Silent night Cool breeze A little frustration What else do I need to write a good poem?

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