Poetry

WHAT POETRY DID TO ME By Awodele Maryam

Written by Editor

Amid my solitary motion
I accept fate like a lonely gecko
Your melody that streams down my vein
Made me hiccup awaking from detention
Your music sounds like the consoling rain
And I enjoyed your solemn attention
What you did to me
Is an unending me

My hands scratch without caressing you
My body itch without seducing you
Life will eventually invite a suiting cacophony
Without your presence, the world rely on a sour phony
What you did to me
Is more than a thousand meal

Ever since I met your presence
The road never seems to starve for your absence
I met your rhythm once daily
No wonder am growing softly
What you did to me
Is more than a million naira

Your rhyme is a quintessence of beauty
It makes me glow amid your stunning orchard
Your rhyme is an element of regularity
And am endowed with a steady movement of daily routine
What you did to me
Deserve not only me but many other

I met my truthful lover
Only with your truthful giver
In your abode, is a resplendent mentor
And the stars count on me as victor
I have for long search for a balance motion
In a pool of feign affection
When I eventually met you
I swim in a pleasing kingdom

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.