Imole Olusanya

When you stab You pierce hard;  When you soothe It is like the refreshing wind  When one is soaked with sweat  from throttling heat. You are like a word left unsaid  No hearer can discern it; You are the dream of pharaoh  The very content of manifestos  The weight of wisdom in a fool's ravings  Empty void null. Comforting agony  Refuge from labour  Citadel from torture An escape from duty  The bereaved's best friend  The blind's loyal pal. During your reign, There existed a seeker  who groped in nothing less; A seeker who collided with walls  when within his reach was what he sought. Here is a poem about darkness. The poet describes darkness by attributing human qualities to it. The first stanza starts with ‘when you stab, you pierce hard’, this could result from how engulfing darkness can be; it dominates. ‘When you soothe, it is like the…’, the remaining lines speak of the sweet part of darkness. Darkness soothes, especi...

  Gains of stressful days I endured You snatched in place of throbs You tossed me relics for worthy souvenirs  You made me to cringe To cringe as the ornaments of the sky does When the rain arrives. Fresh fruits of painful nights That grew from the bittersweet roots of labour To keep my breath in place And my folks respiring You snatched for rapacity All to my detriment. The coin has been tossed a lot It has given you all heads Tail is on its way with trumpets It will be my turn Your longing face for the sole of my shoes And your breath badly battered. Poetic devices Anadiplosis and simile in the first stanza.  Anadiplosis simply means using the words that end a line to start the next line. "...to cringe. To cringe..."  Simile - indirect comparison "...as the ornaments of the sky does..." The way I cringed is compared to how stars (ornaments of the sky) do. Oxymoron and alliteration. Alliteration, the recurrence of same sound in a line. F and r alliterates in "...

  She loves him but can not speak How would she approach a man first? A man ought to do the wooing She would be seen as being desperate But the flame of love keeps burning Her heart flutters at his arrival. He loves her but can not speak How would he not lose his dignity? She greatly respects him and his words He fears that she would be disappointed But the flame of love keeps burning His heart flutters at her arrival. Will he ever get to love me? Will he ever get to compliment my looks? Will she not stay away from me if I reveal my feelings? Will she ever be so close again? Will he? Will she? 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤️

  While you cry, Permit me to laugh a bit; To all of you, Mama passed on and the angels took her home Because she was juveniles’ mother at church Because she was a cheerful giver And a valiant prayer warrior. But to me, Mama had horns Just that they were inbuilt Mama had me shut my lips After I saw her with a voodoo. While mama’s death pushes you to tears, Permit me to laugh a bit. Here is an ironical poem about a child asking the mourners to permit him to laugh a bit while they cry. The woman who died was seen as a saint by all but to the child, she was a demon because the child had caught her with a charm and she asked him to keep his lips shut and tell no one. This poem is beyond the surface meaning of a child and a mama with voodoo but of a lot of people out there with double identity; people that are seen as good and whose mighty works are praised but who are actually wicked and who in the dark commit many atrocities. These people play on the innocence or ignorance of others. ...

  I may ask you to call me when you need help but that does not mean...

  Love, like life, is like a two sided coin. It has the sweet and sour faces.

  The opposite of love isn't always hate. Sometimes it can be indifference. Not loving, not hating.

  Loneliness comes with wild thoughts. Tame your thoughts before you are caught in a snare like a game.

  The long dim shadows Of surrounding trees, The hooting sound of an owl, With enchanting whispers of the breeze. The rhythmic movements Of scudding clouds, The cock-a-doodle-doo of a cock, With tranquilizing gurgles of the brooks. The gentle sharp tingles Of moving reeds, The chirping of a cricket, With startling buzzes of wild bees. A remembrance of our existence, The very essence of our being, That as they live on, So should we. Here is a poem about nature and life. The essence of living is made known through nature. The poem is in four stanzas with each stanza made up of a quatrain (four lines). This poem has no end rhymes but gets its rhythm through the repetition of words, sounds and similar ideas. Poetic devices in this poem include: 1. Onomatopoeia, as seen in the sounds such as cock-a-doodle-doo,  2. Repetition, as seen in the repetition of the first word of each line in the first three stanzas. 3. Alliteration, as seen in -z- which alliterates in line 12.

  The sneaky road has an end but it is not visible; The road is sloppy but full of hurdles; The tyre starts to roll and gently rolls on; It hits bumps stumps and rolls on; It rolls over blades and suffers cuts; It gets caught up in a ditch in a deep hollow ditch; A passer-by moves closer and gives it a kick; The tyre rolls on again steadily on and on; The tyre rolls on fast and sometimes slow; It looks as if there is no end but down there is the end; Maybe very far from here or just very soon. This poem is about a tyre rolling which figuratively means the journey of life of an individual. Indeed, the road is sloppy since time never stops. The hardships in life are the ‘hurdles’ they include ‘bumps’, ‘blades’ and life threatening ones like ‘a deep hollow ditch’. Some get swallowed forever in the ditch while some survive through helps of any kind, for example, ‘a passerby’. There is surely an end to the road since we all have to die someday. Just that we do not know if it is very far...