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Jan 2015 · 420
goodnight
What else?
Hope your day met you strong
That the wind torn not your shirt
That rain wet not your bedding
And happiness took control
Now you hold on
In the peace of mind and heart
But if in pieces
Recollect hope anyway
For this is earth
Full of spikes to keep you watch out
Full of false to keep you work for true
Full of fake to keep you search for genuine
Friends like traps
Turning wolves upon realising their goals
Leaving you heartbroken
But if you met today odd
Or good
Or fair
Call it a day
Know that better waits for tomorrow
Well,be set.
But before I leave you to sleep,
Have a wish
"GOODNIGHT"
Cope to odds of life
Jan 2015 · 4.5k
flame of love
Love is a flame
Consuming two souls,And
Melting them to one
But
Only when it is real and true

Fake love is *****
Dusty and rusty
Boring and tiring
It is lengthy
That hours don't elapse
Days are months and months are years

True love is nice
Sweet and short
Everyday ends early
And every night is short
Years are months and months are days...days elapse like hours

I hate fake love

I love true love

But I do?
I do follow my heart

So,
"dear my heart lead me to whoever has true love"
Because to quench my thirst,
Clean is paramount.
Love is like a bunsen burner flame,burning and very hot.
Jan 2015 · 256
like a child
Small and loved by all
Young and innocent
Bright and fluorescing
No guilt,no sin
True laughter, trigged by hormones
True crying
Always genuine
Never fake feelings
Smiling at the sky
Wondering what the birds are
Close to mother,and sister
Only two people caring to it
To tell nonesence and sounds,
"Ma-ma,te-ta,ne-ly"
And more
Caring to aid the stand
To clean the poo
To change cloths after the ***
To catch a bird and give it
Proud to see it smile
Happy to hear the first syllable come out
"Hahahaa it has talked,!"
The claim colours the day.
I value children
I value mothers
I value sisters
Like a small child
Jan 2015 · 268
like a child
Small and loved by all
Young and innocent
Bright and fluorescing
No guilt,no sin
True laughter, trigged by hormones
True crying
Always genuine
Never fake feelings
Smiling at the sky
Wondering what the birds are
Close to mother,and sister
Only two people caring to it
To tell nonesence and sounds,
"Ma-ma,te-ta,ne-ly"
And more
Caring to aid the stand
To clean the poo
To change cloths after the ***
To catch a bird and give it
Proud to see it smile
Happy to hear the first syllable come out
"Hahahaa it has talked,!"
The claim colours the day.
I value children
I value mothers
I value sisters
Like a small child
Jan 2015 · 681
thank you
In this vast world
I thank you by word
These people who chose to spend
And nuture talents that bend
For you knew
That there was something new
That could rot while fresh
Talents of the young,minds still fresh
Not enough to say
Attention you pay
Your time you sacrifice
Us you service
Broader even you grow
Your territories shall ever grow
The world shall worship you
Like for me I celebrate In a ewe
Just for my success to join you
To all poets in here
Let us remain to teach here
Comments that never cease
A good to defend case
Success in this field to achieve
And die to the archive
For the ever new
In the years,more or few
To know
You ever existed
And
Somehow touched someone somewhere
Gratitude
Jan 2015 · 495
conceived in poetry
I was conceived
when my parents recited a love poem together,
my mother then spent nine months when a poet was growing in her womb,
nowadays my mother ask me ,
"Son,where did you picked this bad character of description ?"
And my answer is one sentence
"Dear mother,you recited a poem the day I was cconceived"
"How?"
"The bed and the talk made the hymn"
Smiling rather sad,
"Go out and don't come in again"
But my heart describes anything
The sun
The moon
Air
Emotion and everything
To say,that come my sight
I call it
A poet character.
Poets complexity
Jan 2015 · 1.4k
one sentence
I was conceived
when my parents recited a love poem together,
my mother then spent nine months when a poet was growing in her womb,
nowadays my mother ask me ,
"Son,where did you picked this bad character of description ?"
And my answer is one sentence
"Dear mother,you recited a poem the day I was cconceived"
"How?"
"The bed and the talk made the hymn"
Smiling rather sad,
"Go out and don't come in again"
But my heart describes anything
The sun
The moon
Air
Emotion and everything
To say,that come my sight
I call it
A poet character.
Poets complexity
Jan 2015 · 433
call me morning
Mr nice can be my name
Cool and conducive to learn
Smart and neat
My sweat heal plants
It can heal human wounds
But living things avoid me
Save for plants
They know me as cold
Biting the skin
Killing the chicks
And slowing germination
The choose to waste my cool and good nature
And at times I get angry
I go off and my brother takes duty
And they call me better
They cry again
I pity them anyway
But I think they should avoid confusion
And work even harder when on duty
The mans brain work best in a morning,scientific reports confirm
Jan 2015 · 244
dear love
I just pop in
To drop a kiss
To halt all you do
To make your minute shine
And leave a hug
To make you miss me
Because I am leaving.
Good night
Jan 2015 · 459
scavengers
My people
Yet is my time
I will do to my best
From my bottom of the heart
I feel for your lose
My instinct has shown me success
You just need to confirm me
Place me on the lane
I will run with them
Strategically,I am well
I see success on our way
Just point me,
I will knell to wipe your shoes
God given and I shall serve you Godly
Holly and closely I am going to be
Just for the grace and away from grass
In the cocoon of a sweet man
Lies a goon
And it is only good time
To define the "good man"
He eats dead meat
He drinks blood
He sweeps the flow after visitors
He is a scavenger in a good coat
A linen shirt
A shoe that is costly
A sweet word that has hidden shame
A man of hollines in hell
A man respected and honoured by Satan
A man of no example
A real scavenger
Men of greed
Jan 2015 · 970
New year!
Happy new year everyone
May I hear a response?
my skeleton of the new year
hangovers of last year
Debts carried forward
To begin from borrowing
Just to have a chapati
In last  year's clothes....
What will good be made of this year?
Just in ***** thoughts of last year
Just weak in spirit of motivation
Weak body
Weak joints
But strong desire to make good of today
Will I?
I just go near death
And
My poems ink are rotting over paper
Waiting to be published
Oh no no no no!
Like I call it my new year.
Strain and stress
Dec 2014 · 344
my mistake
It was my mistake to meet you
I call it a good mistake to know you
I call it a better mistake to socialise you
It was the best mistake to share my secrets with you
You have brought me bigger challenges
Now you have super clue to bind us
I expect the worst
But
It was my mistake
And
I regret it.
Dec 2014 · 212
my worst
In the midst of thirty ladies
And you Satan wish to tear my trousers like ****?
Bad
Dec 2014 · 266
heavenly might
What a surprise
And from when did you survived
This sun eating my head
My shoes are boiling
The fatty legs are sweating
Who can command you?
For all I can do
To get a shed over my heating head
To set proper my behind
But still on a hot ground
Who can command you?
For my spine is wet
Drikles that make a tap
My T-shirt stink
Who can command you?
Anyway ...
You are mighty,sun
But soon,my command you shall accept.
Dec 2014 · 334
my girl
You are my girl
Yes you can be one
The real one I mean,
But only
If my nights don't go empty
Without me dreaming
Without my dreaming of you
And
You can be my only girl
if I can be your only boy.
Love and extreme jelousy.
True fact
Dec 2014 · 320
what do i call this?
This fact
And it is funny
You strike my mind
And warm my body
I get on my way to you
I just miss you like deadly
And soon to meet
Muscles energizes
And I need you badly
We do it
And
Ghosh...I said last time
Was the last time.
I gnaw my teeth.
Nkt!
Today was the last time
Today every time
Reminds me this painful term
"I said it was going to be my last!"
Maybe I hate it
Maybe I am confused.
My First I call it

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