#quixotic
You,
( a lady)
Full of grace
Gave me dreams
Full of quixotic fancies
Till
The scales
Fell
And dawn dawned on me -
I
a mere fool
Riding
On
A cockroach’s back
© Lanre Adebayo
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
One waves as slender, thin
Another waves as a mother, complete
No resentment more than in each reservation
That sway and tailoring where in a mind, designed
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:56 PM UTC
do Not
hate me
for being
a pessimist
your quixotic
attitude is
going to
get you
hurt and
then i
wont
listen
to you
complain
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
I have stepped out onto the railroad station
I had found my train, after contemplation
Inside my heart, a feeling for two is stored
My only question: will you take me aboard?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Come, Autumn, on September wings
Come, the quixotic aura this season brings
Welcome, the golden harvest, and its plentiful reap
Welcome, turning of the foliage, falling to paint
golden streets
Transpire, crisp air, with your sway in timber tops
Befall us, pumpkin skies, where the sun drops
Betide to me, the lull and composure from you,
calmest breeze
Make yourself known, won't you please?
Recieve gladly, the crackling of fire beneath a silver
moon
Embrace the little things, for they will go away
soon
Welcome, fall, the enigmatic emotion as the season
starts
Welcome fall, with open hands and blithe hearts
Come, Autumn, with the romantic feelings you stir
Come Autumn, I hope to be lost in the ambience
that is her
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
As I lay out on my front porch,
falling asleep to the melody of rain,
I can't help but imagine you here beside me
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
In a land where convenience furthers
Not perseverance, and 'ignorance is bliss',
Is amiss, as it's far more than "Godliness",
It being, "All", and n'er is perceived,
The universe of a grain of sand, as it,
Like love, grasped, Just falls from their hand,
Even the hollow of belief
Is an unattainable goal,
For the path less traveled
Is more travailed, n'er sold.
In their opine,
Their best, "skol".
reality
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
The man in the mirror
envelops his fractal fingers
over my scathing sight,
seeking quixotic symmetry,
the apogean gift of harmony,
with his enigmatic allure,
disillusions me off vanity;
off a falsifying dream.
The liar traps me in his liar,
to aid in his endless search for perfection
while shaming me for the sins I repent.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC