Folayemi Akande

Freshman - 726 Points (02-12)

Folayemi Akande Poems

41. Sonnet Vii: Last Letter 3/5/2013
42. Sonnet Viii: Maiden's Promise 5/30/2013
43. If Cursed Be Beauty 3/6/2014
44. Arise Thy Love: I 3/19/2014
45. Ribboned Night 3/20/2014
46. A Note From Peace 3/21/2014
47. Price Of Friendship 3/21/2014
48. The Price Of Friendship 3/21/2014
49. Sonnet 9: Cupid He Rules Us All 3/21/2014
50. To A Seasoned Friend 3/21/2014
51. Summer Friend 3/21/2014
52. Sonnet 11: Adolis 3/24/2014
53. Sonnet 12: What Shall I Not Love? 3/24/2014
54. Adolis: Mother Of Beauty 3/25/2014
55. Sonnet 13: Speak Softly Of Love 3/25/2014
56. Loves Old Folk 3/25/2014
57. Virgin Of Venice 3/28/2014
58. Sonnet 14: Dawn On Earth 3/28/2014
59. Love Is Evermore 3/31/2014
60. Summer Note To A Stranger Poet 3/31/2014
61. Visitor Evermore 4/2/2014
62. Minstrel Divine 4/2/2014
63. When She Visited 4/6/2014
64. Duchess Of Norfolk 4/6/2014
65. Quatrains 4/6/2014
66. Do Broken Hearts Ever Mend? 4/6/2014
67. War Against Lust Of Men 4/6/2014
68. Anne's Engagement: Two 4/6/2014
69. Fair Cousine 4/6/2014
70. Anne's Engagement: One 4/6/2014
71. Mistress From Hell 4/8/2014
72. Anne's Fairy Wishes 4/8/2014
73. To Once A Mafia Friend 4/8/2014
74. Love Me For Nought 4/8/2014
75. Earth Angel 4/9/2014
76. Writers Pride 4/9/2014
77. A Vacation Tale 4/9/2014
78. Lascivious Woman 4/10/2014
79. Season 4/15/2014
80. Wall Street 4/16/2014
Best Poem of Folayemi Akande

A Stranger In Spring Time

My soul is long elevated
At this remarkful prowess.
Did you settle in this motion?
Or toyour just path sought.
A dine with the avant-garde artist,
A night of splendor,
Upon a cloud so transfixed,
With wealth of questions scorching beneath the dinning mat.
For what reason should her path elude her taming sight?
Could the road be wayward?
I wonder so.
Her sultry innocent eyes at my naked lips flutter,
As each bawdy word reached her virgin ear,
With sensational delight.
But this night would stride forth
And the cadence cloud would at no ...

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The Talking Gun

We shall not drop our guards to petty threats, Not under this moon sundial that slumbers our fate. When the moonlight ripples settles at our embankments. Our thirst for liberty is at war, Lingering on the cry for freedom, Together shall we break From these furnace of tyranny. Behold, the indignant fragment Of our broken tears, Would amou

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