Adeosun Olamide


Adeosun Olamide Poems

321. The Headline (Accused) 1/29/2015
322. Just When 8/26/2013
323. To Samantha 1/7/2015
324. From Happenings In My Dream 10/19/2014
325. Save Our Planet. Plant A Tree 7/1/2013
326. Last Night Dream Of A Friend 7/1/2013
327. The Life Of Alex Paul 3/7/2014
328. On Gods Silence 2/11/2015
329. Lucifer's Hell 2/16/2015
330. If I Die Tonight 2/26/2015
331. An Infantile Of Eerie 2/27/2015
332. From Sayings- The Imams Hunter 3/17/2015
333. Teaching From The Brethren 3/22/2015
334. I Thought Of You- 3/23/2015
335. My Moriam 2/24/2015
336. I See In All 3/19/2015
337. Heavens Gossip 3/14/2015
338. No Apologies 3/2/2015
339. Mary's Flame 1/12/2015
340. Through My Route 2/7/2015
341. What Jane Has Done 2/17/2015
342. Memory Lane 5/21/2014
343. A Mothers Eclipse 2/10/2015
344. Grieve Deeds 2/26/2015
345. Unlocked 2/26/2015
346. The Letter That Killed Tom In Uganda 2/26/2015
347. Inchoate Is Love 2/26/2015
348. Gallery 2/23/2015
349. From Professor Rabiu Diary 12/5/2014
350. Whispering Shadow 1/26/2015
351. On The Prison Walls 3/3/2015
352. For Your Life Is Worth 3/10/2015
353. Unholy Thoughts 2/26/2015
354. Mothers Whispers 2/26/2015
355. Season Of The Coffin Makers 2/6/2015

Comments about Adeosun Olamide

  • Alice Perfect Alice Perfect (6/25/2015 7:30:00 PM)

    this poet writes from a sacred place

    thanks
    namaste

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Best Poem of Adeosun Olamide

Season Of The Coffin Makers

Out here in mist, a virgin widow
With coffin just wedded husband
He died of laughter, she says
That was pure, untouched

In here the mist, a virgin mother
With coffin just wedded daughter
She died of syphilis, she hears
As priest turns her away

Out there in paradise town, a candle light
With coffin of virgin mother
She died of laughter, all says
That twitch sprouts in head hers

And silence in the cathedral
Out here beneath mist
The coffin of its priest
A veiled rapist night before shot- heard

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Mides Note

Gently the brook that babbled by did in stillness
brand,
Daffodils tossed by the genteel breeze blemishes
witheringly bent,
Silence and fear cuddled, raped and caressed the
angered land,
And all that was heard were whispers of pule
without lament.

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