remilekun - Hello Poetry

One thing this weather should understand The world is cold enough already So cold we all are feeling the heat ‎One thing this weather shouldn't overstand singlehood doesn't make us ready Connubial will soon have us hit.‎ ‎ ‎ **** ‎

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC

COLD

One thing this weather should understand The world is cold enough already So cold we all are feeling the heat ‎One thing this weather shouldn't overstand singlehood doesn't make us ready Connubial will soon have us hit.‎ ‎ ‎ **** ‎

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I want to love her She won't let me. I want to leave her She won't let me. She was to me an archangel The 'she' version of Gabriel She never know what she want She never knew what she worth She was priceless and easy to me, Like the air Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless, Like the hair We were meant to be lovers We just didn't fit like a broken louvres. ****

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC

INDICISION

I want to love her She won't let me. I want to leave her She won't let me. She was to me an archangel The 'she' version of Gabriel She never know what she want She never knew what she worth She was priceless and easy to me, Like the air Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless, Like the hair We were meant to be lovers We just didn't fit like a broken louvres. ****

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She took away The lamp of faith My golden sword of determination And my lamp of hope And replaced it with The breastplate of pain The helmet of frustration And the spear of anguish Regrets now flourish my nerves, Still I can't let go. She is a cause She is a curse. ****

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC

SHE TOOK IT AWAY

She took away The lamp of faith My golden sword of determination And my lamp of hope And replaced it with The breastplate of pain The helmet of frustration And the spear of anguish Regrets now flourish my nerves, Still I can't let go. She is a cause She is a curse. ****

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The sugar in my tea The only bee that makes my honey The smile I wear like makeup The only iru in my Efo riro The stew on my white rice The only roaches in my cupboard The eyes that mirror me The only sun in my sky The egusi on my semo The only shayo that gets me high The lifeblood that keeps me breathing The only moon in my nights The ship that sail my world The only paddle in my canoe The ******* that inspires me The only road I meant to take The morphine that ease my pain The only spine that got my back The woman of my world The only love that rules my heart. ****

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC

She is...

The sugar in my tea The only bee that makes my honey The smile I wear like makeup The only iru in my Efo riro The stew on my white rice The only roaches in my cupboard The eyes that mirror me The only sun in my sky The egusi on my semo The only shayo that gets me high The lifeblood that keeps me breathing The only moon in my nights The ship that sail my world The only paddle in my canoe The ******* that inspires me The only road I meant to take The morphine that ease my pain The only spine that got my back The woman of my world The only love that rules my heart. ****

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Life! Nothing but a walking shadow partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows Pains like a needle in wounds And non soothing like sounds of no consolation What is pain other than our lives What is wound rather than the tears we shed We may live like this for long But There's a pause called victory Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland Hunger from satisfaction Fruitful from barren Lack from surplus A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces It takes trillion years to understand the prelude Another billion years to comprehend the interlude Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny? Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects? The things we shall never know that is within us Our strengths and weaknesses Our ups and downs Our victories and failures Our inabilities and abilities Our losts and profits Our tears and laughter Our frown and smiles Even actions and things we portray we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation Success may be a Greek gift Flaws we never create Dreams we never create Still revolve around us Like we are casts in a movie And the script already written Ours is to act 'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy' Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons But if we try to live other than it that's treason That's why people suffer others feasting @holythugbaba

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC

LIFE

Life! Nothing but a walking shadow partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows Pains like a needle in wounds And non soothing like sounds of no consolation What is pain other than our lives What is wound rather than the tears we shed We may live like this for long But There's a pause called victory Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland Hunger from satisfaction Fruitful from barren Lack from surplus A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces It takes trillion years to understand the prelude Another billion years to comprehend the interlude Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny? Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects? The things we shall never know that is within us Our strengths and weaknesses Our ups and downs Our victories and failures Our inabilities and abilities Our losts and profits Our tears and laughter Our frown and smiles Even actions and things we portray we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation Success may be a Greek gift Flaws we never create Dreams we never create Still revolve around us Like we are casts in a movie And the script already written Ours is to act 'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy' Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons But if we try to live other than it that's treason That's why people suffer others feasting @holythugbaba

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She was just sixteen, She still cheerfully helped her mum in their little canteen, Pale she looked,scrawny,fragile and thin, And from her look you would doubt she was already a teen, She was full of Life, Even while working or chopping with knife, Her nights,usually filled with worry and strife, Constantly,yet she dreamt that one day she will be a wife, It was time for her usual afternoon hawking, Rice and beans at noon she was usually selling, Through the streets and market she was always plying, Just to help with the burden her mother alone was carrying, Suddenly she heard a frightful loud bang, A surge of pain like the strike of a cobra's fang, Her whole body seared and writhed with great pang, While from a distance an unattended cell phone continuously rang, All around her corpses scattered about lying, It was hard to breath but yet she was trying, She was cold and numb and also crying, And she knew right there that she was slowly dying, She clutched to her bleeding side as she lay down, Dust and blood covered her brightly coloured gown, Her soul quietly slipping free and totally unbound, As she relived fond memories of her beloved home town, Wondered why I haven't yet named her, Well,that's cos she could be anyone's sister, Maybe Azeezat, Nkechi, Funmilola or Deborah, But the painful fact is that she is now gone forever, And just like an abruptly ended dream, Her whole ambitions and desires were trimmed, By our fellows wielding arms with utmost grim, While all I could utter was a loud grievance scream.

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC

GRIEVANCE SCREAM

She was just sixteen, She still cheerfully helped her mum in their little canteen, Pale she looked,scrawny,fragile and thin, And from her look you would doubt she was already a teen, She was full of Life, Even while working or chopping with knife, Her nights,usually filled with worry and strife, Constantly,yet she dreamt that one day she will be a wife, It was time for her usual afternoon hawking, Rice and beans at noon she was usually selling, Through the streets and market she was always plying, Just to help with the burden her mother alone was carrying, Suddenly she heard a frightful loud bang, A surge of pain like the strike of a cobra's fang, Her whole body seared and writhed with great pang, While from a distance an unattended cell phone continuously rang, All around her corpses scattered about lying, It was hard to breath but yet she was trying, She was cold and numb and also crying, And she knew right there that she was slowly dying, She clutched to her bleeding side as she lay down, Dust and blood covered her brightly coloured gown, Her soul quietly slipping free and totally unbound, As she relived fond memories of her beloved home town, Wondered why I haven't yet named her, Well,that's cos she could be anyone's sister, Maybe Azeezat, Nkechi, Funmilola or Deborah, But the painful fact is that she is now gone forever, And just like an abruptly ended dream, Her whole ambitions and desires were trimmed, By our fellows wielding arms with utmost grim, While all I could utter was a loud grievance scream.

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To my Dead Mother, To my Dead Father, It's your son here, Not your good daughter They say the Evil men do lives on. What did you do dad? Why was I born? Am I really yours mum? And not the Devil's spawn? I am ****** up A drug abusing reprobate No Moral compass The landscape of my mind is desolate I enjoy getting in fights I enjoy stealing I dream of ****** I care not for human feelings Do as thou wilt I learned from the best As above so below Dad you piqued my interest I am ****** up Because you were My streams of debauchery Fed by your headwaters I need attention But you're dead I need compassion Your corpses stay rotted So I'll keep being me Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be You had your chance to save me, But ultimately Mum and Dad, You made Me....Me

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC

******

To my Dead Mother, To my Dead Father, It's your son here, Not your good daughter They say the Evil men do lives on. What did you do dad? Why was I born? Am I really yours mum? And not the Devil's spawn? I am ****** up A drug abusing reprobate No Moral compass The landscape of my mind is desolate I enjoy getting in fights I enjoy stealing I dream of ****** I care not for human feelings Do as thou wilt I learned from the best As above so below Dad you piqued my interest I am ****** up Because you were My streams of debauchery Fed by your headwaters I need attention But you're dead I need compassion Your corpses stay rotted So I'll keep being me Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be You had your chance to save me, But ultimately Mum and Dad, You made Me....Me

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Wake me up from the nightmares of my sleep.. Illusions of vehemence and intrusion.. Help me to face up to the reality.. To forbid the pain that I'm suffering.. She was an innocent damsel.. A by-standing suffragette.. An angel caught up in a daze.. She fell into his eyes.. Enraptured and hypnotized.. She pranced into his jive.. She was my sunshine,the brightest spark.. Young enough to know the road she had chosen.. He grasp her hand and led her to the pitch-dark.. He toyed around with her emotions.. He entrapped her virtue and purity.. Offered no recompense nor sanity.. Left her feeling tarnish and fouled.. Built up pains from the inside.. Hide all the tears she cried.. Away from this world.. I just want to have her held to make things alright.. To mummify the distress of bad memories.. To give her the comfort she needs to get.. To help her pull through all the misery.. If I could just take away the torment .. To just take away the shame for a moment.. Casting its shadow in her heart.. Creating the crystal tears.. It hurts me to see her fear.. It hurts me to see her cry so hard.. My adored priceless belle,I'll always be here.. When you need a shoulder to cry on.. When life's an illusion within a blank stare.. And memories can't be relied on.. I'll open my arms to embrace you.. To share with you all the pain.. I'll cry the same tears from my eyes.. I'll renew your innocence.. Cleanse out your inner sense.. I will return your smile.. Let out the anger that's built up inside.. Let your instincts go on the rampage.. Scream at the rain, scream into the night.. Scream out the emotional wreckage.. Then roar your triumph.. At the unapologetic and unsympathetic world.. Unwise to the heartache you've been through.. They may not know your pain.. But of course I do..

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC

REVERIE

Wake me up from the nightmares of my sleep.. Illusions of vehemence and intrusion.. Help me to face up to the reality.. To forbid the pain that I'm suffering.. She was an innocent damsel.. A by-standing suffragette.. An angel caught up in a daze.. She fell into his eyes.. Enraptured and hypnotized.. She pranced into his jive.. She was my sunshine,the brightest spark.. Young enough to know the road she had chosen.. He grasp her hand and led her to the pitch-dark.. He toyed around with her emotions.. He entrapped her virtue and purity.. Offered no recompense nor sanity.. Left her feeling tarnish and fouled.. Built up pains from the inside.. Hide all the tears she cried.. Away from this world.. I just want to have her held to make things alright.. To mummify the distress of bad memories.. To give her the comfort she needs to get.. To help her pull through all the misery.. If I could just take away the torment .. To just take away the shame for a moment.. Casting its shadow in her heart.. Creating the crystal tears.. It hurts me to see her fear.. It hurts me to see her cry so hard.. My adored priceless belle,I'll always be here.. When you need a shoulder to cry on.. When life's an illusion within a blank stare.. And memories can't be relied on.. I'll open my arms to embrace you.. To share with you all the pain.. I'll cry the same tears from my eyes.. I'll renew your innocence.. Cleanse out your inner sense.. I will return your smile.. Let out the anger that's built up inside.. Let your instincts go on the rampage.. Scream at the rain, scream into the night.. Scream out the emotional wreckage.. Then roar your triumph.. At the unapologetic and unsympathetic world.. Unwise to the heartache you've been through.. They may not know your pain.. But of course I do..

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