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Wallow in the soft breeze of music

Noble4d, oluwabuquyyolo

It's been a long time here peeps... Tell me what ya think about this

To the aged and youth I shall retell,
A tale long gone, of a pixie diety
To whom finespun lies many a man fell
Whose gift is a curse to men;old and young
Spuns his web round the hearts of the piety,
And so lures men to doom with his glib tongue

Let the lore be told upon all houses
Of a stumpy god, con man of all time
A stony wall, monger of the vices
Oft able for which that is good and crime

On every junction, thus seats his prime throne,
As he roves the earth, clad in black and red,
To work havoc and so many misled
From our very age to the age of stone.

What beauty when the keys struck toneful beats?
And music ethereal waves stirred the bones
A strike at the strings soothe where reason seats,
Sweetly music a poetry with sound
As the sun's warmth is sweet euphonic tones
Each chord, mystic unspoken word abound

If time dost tinge all grey with its dour paint
And deadens the greens of spring by autumn
Sweet soft melody nev'r with the clock faint
Not a moment ebb away an atom

Long as the earth still breathe, and men do live
Sound of music waxes like the moon do
Long as history lives on, and reason too
The tone of music will ever be whiff.

By the hours of each day, I sprout a wing
Having this, as a bird, I need must fly
A look at the mirror, myself has spring
Time yore suckling, a present grown gray man.
Hours ticking teach a dying man till die,
And time living hast lesson for our span.

By dawn till twilight I am again born,
Of same body of old, but not of soul.
I'm the one, by each rising of sun won;
Through the moral thereof of all day whole

Mostly as time began away to sprint
Many lessons to us all, she dost preach,
Her message to many a few do reach
Blessed are those mindful of what time hint.

[quote author=OluwabuqqyYOLO post=59847420]Thanks, dear. I stopped sharing my poems here 'cos no one was encouraging. Thank you.[/quote

I guess that's the case of poetry here on NL

Quite surreal bro, you render it with perfect nativity

Sweet sleep lessened my trouble

All the way

Quite an undearing story you've got brother. But I will love to implore you to improve in many aspects of your writing. First, since your story has a kind of medieval setting. You need to improve with the description of your characters; their appearance, and many more. Also you need to employ the use of archaic terms and also the character names. Likewise your psychic abilities, you need to give us a delve into each. More grease brother, loving this piece!!!

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Critics, where're you?

Need criticisms please

So awful! Couldn't get any reception, either good or bad

[quote author=stephenGee12 post=59578872]Bro nice story u got.
Waiting for an update[/quote ]

Thanks a lot man, will soon update, though I have resoluted not too anymore

Kindly commend or condemn this piece

[quote author=chrisbaby24 post=59518344]Nice one...loving it.!![/

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Thanks bud

Fairly fairy woman (Sonnet)


How shall I sing your praise fairly beauty?
What toneful song may I with the lyre?
Verily, by time's unending duty
Years would lay her gray upon thine warm face,
And if time glorious gait yield to bier,
If world be torn, my lines your resting place

What mastery could paint your erst dearly deeds?
The warmth, with which your glad sun gave my Earth
With what? Gold or pearl? Can I dearly meeds
You fairly flower when withered by death?

Aloof as the end of hour beckons
My verse, safest of where, thine soul remain
Long as eyes could see, thine glory ne'er wane
Fresh as bedewed rose in hearts of Earth's sons.

Your criticisms are allowed dearest readers

Heyo NL

My soul is plunge into a world beyond
Onward quietude my vessel conveyed.
My sail smoothly to the oblivion bound,
A where as summer's sea calm, and so still
Dead yet a living on my bed I laid
When the gritty touch of pain not to feel.

While the world's cruel chilly cold grab at me
To sleep supernal bliss myselven find
Lost, this quiet abode my refuge be
Where alone in the world no status mind

How brilliant is sleep to be sold no price?
Equal for the rich, the poor, low-living
To us all wights, sleep gift is free-giving
And in her palace, healthiness do lies.

Mr. Adetunji waheed Akinbami. My pop, I missed him so so much. R.I.P

Kindly comment the name of that person you missed and state what he / she is to you.

To all we've missed in our existence through any means.

What sight is woeful than parting of friends?
Faring well an eyesore sight to behold,
When unto different where maiden fate sends
Alas! The day, that self is emotioned
Woe-begone the stony heart and the cold
What pained the soul more than to let motioned?

What good thereof in farewell? But tearing,
That the heart athirst for dearling to see
By the gate, the soul yearns, ever longing
In solitude, as the cloud of sky free.

Sullen is the day as a moonless night
Sadly, we art to Earth as sun to sky,
We are to rise, and soon to west do fly
Woe as we are, fate never mind our plight.

adedotunmcfelix:
very very good effort. Good to see somebody paying attention to prosody. My only criticism is that i'm not sure the excessive digression from the iamb can be considered metrical variation. But as i said, very good effort. Even masters have said a metred poem is tyrannically demanding.

Thanks bro, you can check out my other sonnets: A victory of love and mine mama. I'll be posting more sonnets here on NL.

Under the world all the way. Your criticisms are highly recommended.

I would like if you describe Hermes with his staff; caduceus. And his sandal talaria. Good one coming from you op.

Cooking my Nagasaki for you peeps, hope you gonna greedily ingest it. But please kindly leave a comment on this piece: Enter the mob.

I can't just stop marveling at this piece, you're a stunner op.

Am assuming you're familiar with the three famous types of sonnets. The Shakespearean, Petrarchan, and Spenserian. They all have different rhyme schemes, so I devised my own rhyme scheme.