Song Of Myself Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

Song Of Myself

Rating: 5.0

In the wake of the 6th day of the 9th moon,
The hen barks and dog crows,
Sun in the night and moon in the day,
All for a new season melted with pleasantries,
For a king is born.
With a loafe heart i beckon my soul,
I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass.
From this soil, this air,
Made the tip of my blood and language of my tongue.
Just as blood relation bequeaths children,
So my parents from the equivalent bequeathed me.
Age on the roadway race,
Hoping to end not till death.
And with the scene of the full-moon trill,
Hence, my song will sing again
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)

Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: song
Bri Edwards 18 February 2020

" In Whitman’s Song of Myself (which appears to be where most modern readers encounter this spelling) , the phrase “I loafe and invite my soul…” means that the poet is relaxing and allowing himself time for spiritual (and physical) regeneration." I THINK you borrowed a tiny bit from Walt W's much longer poem. This poem does not work for me, but will for some i suppose. bri ;)

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Chinedu Dike 23 September 2019

A lovely display of fine poetic skills ceremoniously rich in tone. A poignant piece of poetry written in verse with literary conviction. Thanks for sharing.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 31 March 2019

And ur Thomas a KING DID you read my Poem MOM'S SMILES FOR YOUR QUEEN

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Dr Dillip K Swain 26 March 2019

With a loafe heart I beckon my soul/I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass...I profusely admire poetic beauty of the expression! A beautiful poem....10

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Gajanan Mishra 26 March 2019

Full moon trill, Sing again

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