Enoch Cole
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HARMATTAN
The cold: it pours as ice on our skin,
The gelid grapples our rind,
And our combats resemble those of the fishes scales.
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LONELINESS: THE CERTIFIED LONER
You may never cart away a knowledge about this term,
Neither will you amount an accurate definition for it, firm.
Not until you tumble into it's unclean pond.
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CLOSE
My beloved, come close.
Give me something, give me rose.
Oh mother my deceiver give me love of ice let me froze.
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MORNING LOVE
When I wake up in the morning,
I wanna behold you in my arms,
With your spotless and tender soul on my palms.
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STRUCKED
I'm strucked oh I'm strucked!
Loneliness strikes me like cyclone.
My situation has land by the milestone.
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HURRICANE
Oh no... Oh no!
Captain: the undertaking of my seamen is impending,
We are encompassed by an hurricane.
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SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE
Spasmodically, the eventuality of a romantic ambience languish and away doth scrubs.
But supposing fate gives in, it replenish itself again,
And we hype the late occurrence to be an evergreen shrub.
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
When I was moulded from the dust of clay,
Or whatever substance thereof that emanates the structure that is burdened to make hay.
Lord you breathe into me life,
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SAD VALENTINE
Hey! looking me dead in my eyes, you can tell that this Rock is more than a mere lad scribbling lines.
Ear troubling understatements professing my unrivalled qualities, the signs.
My psychic features can flame blame of incompetence contain, on two enormous barns.
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DANCING IN THE DARK
Babe, are you not scared I might not be competent for the fight?
The scramble of managing this your spotless adoring soul?
I'm totally disabled, Manning mine.
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UNAPPRECIATED
My spirit is lonesome and unappreciated.
Uncountable happenings can be related.
The world didn't relate to my efforts, now my pridicaments.
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LETS RIDE
Girl love me now, later may be late.
See, we don't have a time to waste.
Come on now let's relate.
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DEPRESSION
Here I soar again,
On the wings of depression.
I'm on cloud nine level,
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THIS IS POETRY
FEATURING ENOCH COLE, IBRAHIM SORIE MANSARAY, EDEM FODEKA, PRINCESS WALTER, OREEOLUWA JOSHUA, WISDOM DANIEL, ESE OSE AND TAMBA JABBIE KENDEMA.
When Dawn ensued on men,
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MY BLISS
Girl, you're my bliss.
You stamped presence in my life and depart fleas.
Damsel, please don't cease.
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THE NAME WE CALL GRIEF
Humans we loath writing home about,
The word call grief, I doubt,
If it's not a villian, known as grief.
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WHAT WOULD MY FIRST LOVE SAY?
Habitually, I just laze about, sit or nap,
While i drunk off in meditation about love.
To be deeply sincere, love's a fabulous curve.
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UNTOLD STORIES
We just have to apprehend this,
Even if we desire not:
Untold stories when revealed brings home bewilderment and troubled ease.
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UNCHARTED WATERS
Uncharted...
Little drops of liquid now made ocean effortlessly...
Sekkling down with me and...
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ECHOES OF PAST NIGHTMARES
These days my nights have been messy.
Nowadays my eyes have been spotting things damn dirty.
Echoes of past nightmares,
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Enoch Cole Biography
Enoch Cole is a Sierra Leonean born on the 20th October 2004. He's a writer of different literary genres, a song writer and a recording artist. Born in the capital of Sierra Leone: Freetown, he have been travelled around distinct districts by his parents, but he's currently residing in lungi City. Where he have grown up and grasp maturity, lungi city is where this dream found and located him. He really love writing poems, it's like a routine habit for me, and it's what he wish to do forever.)
The Best Poem Of Enoch Cole
Harmattan
HARMATTAN
The cold: it pours as ice on our skin,
The gelid grapples our rind,
And our combats resemble those of the fishes scales.
That when we chafe our smarting occurrence we view the upshot on our coating sallow and chalky.
The cold: it pours as ice on our skin.
Whenever the wind blows in a waft or draft takes a seat.
We are pondering the timid and concerned mood our forgone begetters were at their initial experience of this atmospheric nature being damn frigid.
Because even the sun's reign during this circle stands ineffectual.
As a matter of fact the sunlight makes us dizzy.
Dost our neighbors degenerate to dust and regenerate from ice?
Likewise us.
Because we perceive an unusual experience tops on us.
That chilly feel whenever we touch,
Somethings we sense by the feel or clutch.
Scribble scarce about water, let's spare that for the pouch.
The cold: it pours as ice on our skin.
Chapped lips, rough crust, gritty vision.
Harmattan what's your mission.
The breeze is uncontrollable and chilly.
At night we don't know what's our utmost longing,
The bed or the sheeting.
To battle it all way out combating harmattan's cold.
Harmattan,
A season with tough pattern.
Cold dry wind with heavy dust laden particles.
Wide fluctuations in day and night ambient temperatures.
Year complementing rules.
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