Every now and then nature voices out
Listening to her heartbeat
...
Close your eyes to it, my beloved,
You did not notice it, tell yourself,
View it from a new perspective,
And you will know, it's not a lie
...
Sometimes we feel we are on the wrong path
The journey feels so rough!
...
A cool night
A starry night
A night so full of wonders
So cool it has no clue what it can do to the soul of man
...
Obtaining a formal education brings a feelings
Apprenticeship does too
...
Friends like horses
The best one can ever have
The best category of friends
Ever supportive; they bring out the best in a friend
...
A river to all
A powerful and unending source to those who believe in Him
He supplies all things with His limitless power
Unending supply for His children
...
little baby,
Immature baby,
New to the lobby; the lobby called life,
The lobby to eternity,
...
Two tall trees
Stood rooted to the ground
One thin with few branches
The other thick with numerous branches,
...
Stream of living water
No dam could stop it
When I think of His goodness
And perfect love
...
What a beauty to behold
The rising of the sun
From the East like of old
Ever shining, proclaiming the mighty sun
...
Olubola Adepoju (Jewel) is a young poet who believes that poetry is to life as breath is. She has written a lot of interesting and heartfelt poems, articles and stories; published and unpublished. Her avid love for poetry and words are behind the success of her poems. As a Nigerian she derives inspiration from the situation of her country, nature and human relationship. Her ability to put into ink, the world's interaction at large cannot be overemphasized. While she proffers solutions to the problem, she interestingly invoke the thought of more solutions in the readers. The desire to recreate the world propels her to keep developing in the writing field. She will like to know how the poems have helped you. Connect with her on adepojuolubola@gmail.com. Or Olubola Adepoju on Facebook)
The Voice Of My Heart
Every now and then nature voices out
Listening to her heartbeat
I can't help but think
Why the loud thumps?
It's like beating the drum with all strength
Asking myself everyday
Hasn't madness disguised in the society?
And on listening carefully to my heart
Truly the human race has disguised madness
Why this now?
Let's come to think of it
Why should a man acquire the riches of the world
At the expense of others?
Isn't this another form of civilized madness?
The act of insanity
To help our present world
We have to get rid of this nature
The disguised madness!
Rendering our nation innocuous
The nature that voices out impulsively has to be stopped
Killing for rituals have to stop
Kidnapping for ransom should too
In short words, all social vices should stop
Let's silent her violence
In unison this can be achieved
Even the forest has a pathway. Not of its own but of the walker, not of the walker but of the focus born of a dream. All in all there is a pathway.
Poetry is an art, you fall in love with, over and over again
This was written in contribution to promoting peace in the society.