I know my soul is a complex of ballads &odes,
A barn where harvested poems are stacked,
But let me stare into your eyes, my fair one,
For there are sonnets scribbled therein,
Written in verses of infernous passion
& If only you’d affix your hands in mine,
We will become an anthology of poems,
To be read by our estranged lovers-
The ones who promised to be rainbows
To scare away the floods of gloom,
But left when clouds gathered in our eyes.
The curvy figures of speech may become amoebic,
For I have seen metaphors, melt like candle wax
And oxymoron, made morons out of poets;
But if we superimpose and become one poem,
&heated arguments tear us apart &break us into lines,
Even After enjambments have tried in vain to keep us together,
My fair one, we will surely be re-united by verses.
"...but sometimes, the sky breaks into dawn with the proclamation of
thunderclaps & gloomy downpours, instead of the gaiety of sunshine,
as if to say that it, too, is still learning the art of joyfulness."
- By @boloere_sod
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Every line of these poems is embroidered with mesmerizing metaphors. The poet @AyooluwaOlasupo shares what we would like to call a personal documentary of her journey to healing. In all, her poetry is full of hope and promise. https://eboquills.com/2020/11/19/two-poems-by-nigerian-poet-ayooluwa-olasupo/
Mustapha Enesi's (@Enesi_Is_Fine) story, TRISHA is a sizzling short story. It makes a worthy read for the adventurous. So, if you love adventures, don't sleep on this one!
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