Oluwole Olawale Michael
Biography of Oluwole Olawale Michael
I was a little child when i started writing. What inspired me was a friend i had who make the potential comes out of me. She gave me a book that I could read. She gave me the ink that I should start painting the mind and souls. She gave me the feet and the hands to apex my stepping. She came into my life and changed my world. I can never resolute to forget her affection towards me. I am still indebted to her cause. Though, she left me without farewell and this bade my first poem i wrote \'MISSING YOU\.'
And, later i was thinking on how to describe her beauty which i finally came out on \'LOVE DANCER\' I am a Business Manager and i am dreaming higher to be a great person in life.
Poetry is a soul food for every human being. It speaks when no one murmur. It imitates when there is no miming or mimicry. It is a teacher yet a student. It is flexible. No matter where or how you bend it, it will surely do the job. When someone's mood is boring, it will succumb a trouble mind. It is our daily bread when we look deep into our life. I am Oluwole Olawale Michael. I so much loved all of www.poemhunter.com members because they encouraged every poets whenever they post their poetry.
I wish this my little series of poetry would expose many of us into the legendary of POETRY artistry. Many nations don't know how to motivate their young citizen but rather do the contrary which would not foster the Art of Poetry. Please try to encourage anybody that is writing poems no matter what it takes. We all need to improve the world of poetry and also try as much as possible to invite them to any contest on poetry. My best regard to everyone that read my poetry. This is my contact details though it is confidential but i would rather let you have it: N06, Alhaji Adaranijo Close, Dopemu, Agege Lagos (23401)
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Oluwole Olawale Michael's Works:
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Oluwole Olawale Michael Poems
I Love You
No matter how miles we share apart No matter how cunning the world Might spanned around No matter how late it could be
The Beauty Of African Woman
The beauty of an African woman She could swim gaitily in the pool She is blessed with crown of beads She is so simple in her glimpse
Merry Xmas And Happy New Year...
I was in a hollow Where i heard the sound of dancers The sound of happiness, joy, and pleasure Why dancing all together?
My love is as rare as reality Many ears snoop to the fact It is a lyric of many hearts
Just A Smile
In the hour of my painful pleasure When frustration juxtaposed my hands Even when I trudge through the street Through the rabbles and itching of the night
Cry No More
Cry cry cry I've seen cries of many bruised faces Tears, bubbles of the eyes And, coma I've seen of the wounded hearts
Death nimbled around at night mouth enriched the smile who will mope thier agony when their lover had passed away.
Is There Option (2) ?
Is there any option? Than to travel the news He stayed all night solitudes In the midst of the humbles
Is There Option?
Is there any option? We might have fallen apart Waiving down into a deep pit Where sorrow and sadity
Love Is Dew
The dew is drzzling Driving near to my painted laps Soliloquizing the song of my ancients' lyrics My heart wouldn't salient the truth
Last Hope Again
Oh my darling, sweetie How I wish we are together Just the way toad be a cloaked Oh! My slip gushed out
The old haggard motherhood Would succumb her son's belly And whisper a song of dignity But the world'd dance like masquerade's
I have seen many birds But peacock is different I have seen many snakes But the bead-like snake is the most
Does time taking worthwhile? It takes little time to confess One’s feeling to Everest lover How can I be isolated in a valley-hollow regime to whisper
My love is as rare as reality
Many ears snoop to the fact
It is a lyric of many hearts
Now listen to the cry of beats
That much affection amputated
It is a bookish cord
And if doubts, it is bibliophile