Fawole Immanuel Taiwo


Solace Place - Poem by Fawole Immanuel Taiwo

Our mutuality, the world hails
Standing at Akimbo for a gaze
We are engulfed as an ideology amongst a race
My fall is no false
With my bleeding device
I will make you conceive
Opus I pray you to give our allegiance

Alas,
Our chumminess she nearly antagonize
A polished ruse, euphemized Science
She held me by my arm and peregrinated me to another phase
I crowded with miscreants in this
Owning to the yawp in your voice
I unravelled my misplace

The slacking endowment forlorn me after the monotonous days
My heart was ablaze before being set ablaze
Science rejected me, I did likewise
Nonetheless
On my cradle of despair I was when I raised my face
Your hair billows like the silk on maize
And you gave a smile, one that's nice

My mislaid laurel you restored, not in piece
You clothed me with another trademark of grace
In this weapon in my hand, I'm galvanized in solace
Our mutuality I'll relace
Art, my fiancée
In the emblem of your loves
I harbour solace


Art Saved My Life...
Art, Oh Art, you're my Solace Place

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Form: Bio


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015



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