Touch me softly,
Like shore breeze.
Beat me 'below',
With that your,
...
It is just a deceit,
For night to touch,
Our oval visage,
The dark paint.
...
I think I have,
Written beautifully
For you many...
Words for tonight.
...
The minds of the caged birds,
Couldn't be met empty...
I don't know, I am not sure...
Either blaming the creator,
...
The poet in question is African from the Western part. He is Nigerian by veins and bones. He is a Linguist, with his B.A in African Languages, Upper division, at Obafemi Awolowo University Ile Ife, Osun State, Nigeria. He is a Linguist, a journalist by profession.
Poet Akinwemimo is a poet by making at the initial default stage of his creation. So far poetry is a rhythmical form of words which may express an imaginative, emotional or intellectual experience, this Poet is highly prolific and also has a vast knowledge in writing heart touching thriller and romantic novels.
...
A single wick,
Of our single candle,
Can burn for years,
If just our palms,
...
Sun has put light,
On people's faces.
The night's shadow,
Reflects faintly.
...
Gotten Poets non,
Than these pens.
Gotten Poets one...
'The inky coins'
...
I leave my life to live,
To strive to survive.
Since this breath,
Later will be left.
...
If have I to fall,
Before I reform,
Prefered than to crawl,
On a static platform.
...
Not this though,
What we wish.
But a prevention,
Is prefered.
...
Poet Akinwemimo Idris is a bird from Africa. Countless of his poems had been published. He writes for masses and for the breathless trumpets. Is a satirical, metaphysical, romantic, victorian, and modern poet to the core. Poet Akinwemimo Idris is a Philosopher of life and the uncertainty in it. He is a novelist, a naturalist, an essayist, a theorist, a linguist and journalist by profession.)
The Endless Feelings
On and on,
This to linger,
Like the wish,
Of butterfly,
For nectar.
The hands,
Of heavy rain,
Has washed
The past scenes,
Of sorrowful memories.
Emotion anewly,
Now descends.
Like Island's snow,
In mid of spring.
The sac of love,
Has gotten a bore.
On me oh tonight,
An endless feeling.
My veins... Poisoned!
My heart is daggered,
With the blade,
Of your aiding love.
Either I die of it,
Or you save my soul.
8th June 2014
10: 25 P.m
Esie, Kwara state.