Humble The Poet

Alexander Adewole

Biography: I am a poet of many worths An amorous quest for my heights Of many who care to listen to my thoughts I am a poet of many desires

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Wednesday 20 March 2019

Humble The Poet

Never was the words a of poet
Stirred the heart of a doped man
Wreathed hirsute shadowing laughs
Of the world where words were wars
Of holiness of the scented gall.

Never was the heart of a poet
Caressed the soul idol of broken heart
Taken from nature to eternity
Tolled in the dawn of the world
Where darkness had its ways
In the far end of the road.

Never was the love a poet
So damned to our drinking lobes
A stuttering stricken peered in
The nude dark uncovered our
Place of hearthrob
That we should see the arrow of destruction of our warm heart.

Never was the touch of a poet
So cold in his hands that we should feel
The stirred words in their hearts
So, was the poet right to say these
These wreathes words copulated in the tenderness
Of our minds.

By Adewole Alexander