Tunji Ibrahim

Rookie (Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria.)

Tunji Ibrahim Poems

1. Love Misspelt 9/18/2012
2. If And If And If 9/18/2012
3. The Hemlock 9/19/2012
4. In Ilorin.. 9/21/2012
5. Shadow Of The Past 9/21/2012
6. Leery Madness 9/24/2012
7. Cogito 11/8/2012
8. Cultural Dream 3/12/2013
9. False Gods 3/12/2013
10. Nature 3/15/2013
11. The Roots 3/24/2013
12. Cogito (Ii) 3/25/2013
13. Memory Of Silence And Sadistic Parametres (I) 2/9/2013
14. Memory Of Silence And Sadistic Parametres (Ii) 2/9/2013
15. Power 2/12/2013
16. Security 2/16/2013
17. Cryptic Seasons 12/23/2012
18. Quintupled Belly 11/27/2012
19. Love Prose 10/2/2012
20. Of A Sense 9/22/2012
21. The Cabals 9/20/2012
22. A Lone Wolf 9/18/2012
23. The Quest 9/19/2012
24. The Fear Of Nada 9/18/2012
25. Letter To My Love 9/17/2012
26. Crack 10/3/2012
27. Liberation Therapy 9/27/2012
28. Calabash 11/26/2012
29. Memory Of Silence And Sadistic Parametres (Iii) 2/11/2013
30. The Preacher's Analogy 10/18/2012
31. Listen To My Heart's Beat 9/17/2012
32. Damini Saga 1/22/2013
33. Of Me In Me 9/22/2012
34. Difficult Bargain 12/12/2012
35. Vocals 10/16/2012
36. Socrates 10/27/2012
37. Knowledge 1/15/2013
38. My Apple Tree 11/16/2012
39. To The Princess 1/15/2013
40. If I Ever Live Again 10/7/2012
Best Poem of Tunji Ibrahim

Empty Heart

Innocuously dangerous, pelted with some sort of simulation, obliquely lost in the brachiocephalic trunk, the actual region of love syllable attuned to the arch of synthetic penetaliation. Acrobatic triangulation beamed the bang bus partitively, above the innominatus chest of pecuniary nodes. Many a bridge led to her tolerable cornervations. A thousand bones enmeshed her regal flesh in the pashmina of futuero. Unknown to many, drills and rides came to be inversely proportional to her juicy interminable chara of refractory malady.

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Love Misspelt

My blood runs superlatively through the missive pen, just as superfluous to defy your thrust of 'love misspelt'. A massive drama at the peak of misnoma, nay, something of a meiosis. My heart is but a pentagon overflown with the love of love. An explosive vilification of my heart atlas. Don't think me dippy.

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