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Raw Poetry by Olajay3700(m): 12:16am On Jul 23, 2016 |
Rose I'm not sure you remember my name or my envisage or what we found and hid in box of time I'm not sure I do too last night I saw me; stealing glances, at us you saw me and tho our days has flapped away; in tinctured memoirs I saw a Us you're so shy and sweet I'm just straight- aflame some say we hide ourselves -from our body and died, longing... perhaps, that's why we forget. Olabusayo Ajayi Hammed 4 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Raw Poetry by JigsawKillah(m): 3:44pm On Jul 23, 2016 |
nice piece @Olajay3700 1 Like |
Re: Raw Poetry by sirjay(m): 12:05am On Jul 27, 2016 |
Narrow mind Narrow mind How narrow can you get How narrow is your narrow You hallow in your narrow A Furher in your own right So full of self With naught of worth to share But narrow views of prejudice Oh! Shallow mind Locked in the gallows of your narrowness Your empty bellows cannot forge Merry go rounding in your cage Remaining in the box at your age Blind to the stream of wisdom within which you wallow Tears for you my friend For these are words I cannot swallow Juggernaut Bn Yusuf 2 Likes |
Re: Raw Poetry by Olajay3700(m): 8:54am On Aug 06, 2016 |
Cat a cat is sleeping under a bench and its silence swallowed everyplace we are the cat and we are the stillness of tranquil. of exquisite poetry... for the love of lines knotted and water that linked us - unneurotic for the love of ravishing ardour coapted, on pages of leaf and sands of time and everything... the hand scrawling at night with tacit footsounds kissing your zeal with purest of fur... take me to places of night. in there, its luminous you see every cranny pasts and some you dropped... it all started from the roof to the pavement... to you... and you never see it ends or its back on the floor because cats are pristine... |
Re: Raw Poetry by Olajay3700(m): 8:54am On Aug 06, 2016 |
Cat a cat is sleeping under a bench and its silence swallowed everyplace we are the cat and we are the stillness of tranquil. of exquisite poetry... for the love of lines knotted and water that linked us - unneurotic for the love of ravishing ardour coapted, on pages of leaf and sands of time and everything... the hand scrawling at night with tacit footsounds kissing your zeal with purest of fur... take me to places of night. in there, its luminous you see every cranny pasts and some you dropped... it all started from the roof to the pavement... to you... and you never see it ends or its back on the floor because cats are pristine... 1 Share
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Re: Raw Poetry by Olajay3700(m): 11:12am On Mar 01, 2017 |
Saying it's difficult To cut the space hurting. Truth is: We are selective And the memories made never fade Memories only blurs memories I'll like to remember The giggles creaking wall The silent nights thoughts fold in spiral The texts and calls that smells like flower The candle and its passion, hasty to kiss gust The face and its treasures The smile Everything... |
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