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  Nov 2021 Yinka Adedire
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Yinka Adedire Oct 2020
Why do I feel like
the only actor
Among Y'all humans

Why do I feel like
the only sinner
Among y'all saints.

Why do I feel like
the only masked man
Among Y'all maskless.
Yinka Adedire Oct 2020
I spill my emotions
I express what I feel
I disguise my pains with words
I distill my words to bits
Fit for you Instagram feed
On your tiny glowing screen
And you call me an IG poet
Yinka Adedire Oct 2020
Was Startled just by the sound of him
Was Disgusted just by the sight of him

Was Everything I would never want to be.
Was way too damaged beyond any repair.

Am slightly broken too but not near broken as him
Paused, glanced and saw he looked a lot like me

Stared glaringly and sneered at me
Yanked angrily and yelled at me: 'Fix Yourself Now!'

Panicked, flinched and nodded in fright
Looked in terror and saw in fact, He was me! ****!

Offered a hand to help me up as he shot me a sad smile
Looked at me with remorse, as he gently said:

Fix yourself now that you can be fixed.
Fix yourself now before you are too broken.
Fix yourself now before you **** yourself.
I still get this feeling of doom closing up on me,
And this vision of my older self warning me,
I think he needs to have a word with me.

Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius once wrote, “You could be good today. But instead, you choose tomorrow.”
Yinka Adedire Sep 2020
no calls
no texts
not one

no friends
no bro
no one
missed me
Nobody even noticed I was gone, not even her.
  Sep 2020 Yinka Adedire
John Destalo
we all have songs
we can’t sing
out loud
they speak for us
they feel for us
they have the
softest hands
that reach so deep
they know things
about us
we don’t want others
to know
they can rip us
apart from the first
Yinka Adedire Sep 2020
I have a story
That simply cannot be told
At least not by me.
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