Ayandare Mayowa

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she was a Rainbow.
Colourful specs lined gorgeous,
in organise display of her inner beauty,
casting a spell on his horizon.
...

Not often
but I heard your voice in my head again today,
was soft and fresh and near.
I saw the lovely smiles
...

Dare you, say up Wenger,
And behold Arsenal FaNs fume in anger,
For when one commentator said Arsene,
To some aggrieved ear, it sounded arson,
...

Run, you should, like a wild roe
Be strong, you must, like a rock
On this waiting-running world, make your own mark
In a corner, not you, die not like a worthless dog
...

How the mighty have fallen,
Names which yesterday people were calling,
To which some were kneeling,
Everybody beckoning,
...

All hail the young boys, pride of north London
Who the spirits of the beautiful game still condone
Dusting their canon, tieing their shoe laces
Letting the whole world know, on their sleeves remain the aces
...

I wish I wish I wish
I wish there are no wishes
If you like witches
I wish there are only dreams but not bad dreams
...

He never misses class
He keeps a straight face at mass
Will instead sit at home to study
Rather than hang out with a buddy
...

Being looking for me
Cant recollect the time and place I left myself
Its being quite tasking seeking me,
Searching around, seeking all the places I have been,
...

‘Gish- Gish feeling' an exaggerated emotion,
Belly butterflies, a funny fancied myth, '
‘You make me feel whole' was for me a well salted gambit,
Until I met you.
...

Pen to paper, I write,
Whether the burden of my heart be lifted,
I am blessed and fine and gifted,
And in high places I have hoped be seated,
...

She calls the shots
She opens her own door, pays her own bills,
She paves her own way, fights her own battles,
She soothes effectively her sores, encourages herself,
...

Behind large lilac poles and purple curtain,
The King rests his head,
Behind languished stables and worn curtain,
The servants pitch their tent.
...

Never knew bad news can be this organized,
This innocent paper ostracized by an ill-mannered message, prophesying doom,
My body goosed, cheeks pale and pink,
Asking myself, ‘How did we get here? ’
...

Just few words I seek
Arranged in hid to spell
Damsel of Brookville
Elegant and smooth.
...

16.

... and the grief paused the smile,
questioning his supposed blessing.
En route an uncharted turf,
continually speaking ill by the minute.
...

In here
A world of little options
determining when and what goes in the mouth
determines when your chamber is shut.
...

A decade of not hearing your voice
A decade of not seeing you smile
A decade, still no answer
Why you left without hint, without waive.
...

Oh Lord! Help me to pass,
Counting on you to help upgrade my very low marks,
Scored in my failed attempt at solving life's further math,
Made complicated by the devils factorial pranks,
...

A sacred temple censored and sealed,
Never before or on it any man dine, sacrifice or worship,
For a sworn sacred priest, her altar reserved.
Her thin and delicate border a she guards,
...

The Best Poem Of Ayandare Mayowa

She Was A Rainbow

she was a Rainbow.
Colourful specs lined gorgeous,
in organise display of her inner beauty,
casting a spell on his horizon.

Brightening his dark areas,
promise of rain for his drought places.
His thirst was awakened,
soul longing.

But she dimmed.
oh! she dimmed.
The anticipated end of the rainbow;
the proverbial pot of gold faded.
Oh! it faded.

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