Stephen Omolori Poems

Under the moonlight,
With our buttocks on the sands,
We'd sit and listen
To legends of our forefathers
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Sweeter than groundnuts dipped in chocolate,
The only one who stays with me under my blanket,
Especially when the rain pours,
Forever, I'll be yours.
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One, two,
I'll do anything for you.

Three, four,
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Pretty, yet your head doesn't swell like a bread
Mixed with leaven each time that I tell you,
Like I'm telling you now, that your beauty is true.
Dress in black, blue, yellow, orange or red,
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Your smile sends my writer's block on a dart,
Stressing, "Tap your WPS and type
Poetries comparable to Shakespeare's art,
Especially now that the night has become ripe."
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My heart used to be buried under the snow,
With me thinking it won't be visited by the Sun.
Though the weight inside weighed more than a tonne,
You came along with your helping hands, warmth, and glow.
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For you only, even if Poseidon troubles the sea,
I'll sail back like birds soaring with ease in the sky.
A grieving heart is the catalyst for eyes that cry,
Especially when the pain stings the heart like a bee.
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When I looked at my notepad's blank page,
I said that I should write you a sonnet.
Sitting down to meditate like a sage,
I thought of metaphors to place on it.
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Scared of heights
Like wingless birds of flights.
Love may fail me
And trust on a daily
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I fear telling you my favourite colour is red,
Because you loathe the family Scot led.
When I step out in overall coal black,
You think crime isn't far from my back!
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