Folayemi Akande

Freshman - 726 Points (02-12)

Folayemi Akande Poems

81. Husband Of The Nation 4/22/2014
82. Good Night 4/22/2014
83. Poetic Realm 4/22/2014
84. Fare Well 4/23/2014
85. A Woman's Price 4/23/2014
86. The Dead And Gone 4/23/2014
87. My Only One 4/24/2014
88. Once A Jaunty 4/24/2014
89. If You Are Mine 4/25/2014
90. Price Of Friendship 3/21/2014
91. The Price Of Friendship 3/21/2014
92. Sonnet 9: Cupid He Rules Us All 3/21/2014
93. To A Seasoned Friend 3/21/2014
94. Summer Friend 3/21/2014
95. Maiden With A Flaxen Hair 9/27/2011
96. Sonnet 12: What Shall I Not Love? 3/24/2014
97. Adolis: Mother Of Beauty 3/25/2014
98. Love Sorceress 5/21/2014
99. A Woman Is A Woman 5/21/2014
100. Uncle Joe 5/21/2014
101. Once A Rookie Bard 5/21/2014
102. Hope For Safe Return 5/25/2014
103. On Borrowed Night 5/25/2014
104. Sermon 5/25/2014
105. Sovereignty 5/25/2014
106. Trade For Pride 5/25/2014
107. Such A Beauty 5/26/2014
108. At First Gaze 5/26/2014
109. The Bride Of Men 6/1/2014
110. Thinker Of Doom 6/1/2014
111. Adultress Lover 6/1/2014
112. Grand Pa's Last Note 6/1/2014
113. My Love Is A Knight 6/15/2014
114. Bone Fire 6/15/2014
115. Where The Wind Blows 6/15/2014
116. To The Lioness Counsel 6/15/2014
117. Anne's Confession 7/24/2014
118. O Seductress Of Mine 7/25/2014
119. Aura 8/15/2014
120. Fallen Reign 8/15/2014
Best Poem of Folayemi Akande

The Night Is A Blanket

The night,
A blanket upon the evening so mild,
A time to know which star is mine,
Amid the consternation so infinite,
That each one,
Upon my eyes gazeth.
A delusional moment,
That last a mind at large.
The moon will merge the light,
And make the sparkle a wonder,
Then we mourn the horrors of the day,
Then again our minds open like a foyer,
To foster the delight at the evening arrival,
A cross section of light,
With diluted colors,
Across the face of the dusky sky,
That's her star,
Right above my head, i guess.
The lullabies, ...

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A Wish At Seventeen

I've thought always of you As the wild rose in perfection, So fresh and full of hue, Flaming from streets within coasting sky, Where the angels at dusk abode, Accustomed by awesome breath of spring, From the freshest bosom beneath. My words are lost in count, For your queenly voice elates my soul, Your dark dangerous eyes, Agains

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