Oluwatobi Olaide

Freshman - 748 Points (LAGOS, NIGERIA)

Ode To Blackwood - Poem by Oluwatobi Olaide

To make such as you
Water, portable spirit and food flavors
All from earth
A liquid spray
You prompt
Elementary flows
Elementary grows
Magical process of transformation
Then comes the sleep of years
In a world of woods so black
So quiet
So dark
So still
Dreams of hills and valleys
Sleep so so long
Wake up transformed of soil and sun
Thirst for more
Can i drink anymore! ! !
Downpour makes I moan
Eyelids threatens to close as i walk
The world in slow mo as sleep beckons again
Liquid so black but wine
Held in my hand towards my head
Like a suicide mission
Cloudburst circle is all I see
I might drink and leave the world unseen
Free myself and only I could see
At various warnings I still down you with joy
Who am I not to?
After all the gods already made me above 18
Alas! ! ! Blackwood the genius of MAN.

Topic(s) of this poem: ode

Form: Ode

Comments about Ode To Blackwood by Oluwatobi Olaide

  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (6/19/2017 6:01:00 AM)

    A wonderfully impressive ode. Thanks (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017

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