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

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 ******* earth❤

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

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