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ME AND MY ART

Published on: April 30, 2022 | Category: Poetry | Author: DECHOSEN1 | Likes: 3| Views: 375



Sometimes, I struggle to create art with all my heart,

Somedays, I strive to cultivate plants in succulent soil,

I try to paint my words with perfect and pure colors,

I try to write down my words flowered with aesthetics. 


Sometimes, the surges to sow on the soil will soar,

Somedays, the strength to pen my words will loom,

With wonderful words, my canvas will be colorful,

With my pen dripping with ink, I erect my temple of art.


I will worship my art on its altar when it's dried & done,

Putting my ideas into action when I write them down,

Me and my art merging into something melodious, 

Me and my art uniting hearts and lines in harmony.


©DECHOSEN1

POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA


 


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I SHALL NOT BE MOVED.

Published on: April 30, 2022 | Category: Poetry | Author: DECHOSEN1 | Likes: 1| Views: 363



                   1.

I SHALL NOT BE MOVED,

When the nectars in my flowers have gone sour,

And the hills I'm climbing are hard to ascend,

When my life hangs on a thread tied to a pole,

And I'm left holding on to the thread to survive.



                   2.

I SHALL NOT BE MOVED.

When the grim reaper holds his sickle high in the air,

My heart beats with the rhythms of thunders,

When I rise and fall with the throbs of death,

The earth beneath me will tremble with faith.



                   3.

I SHALL NOT BE MOVED,

A higher force resides within the embers of my heart,

My sea shall saunter onto the shores of elation,

When life turns me blue with blinding blizzards,

I shall move toward the fields where peace lies.


©DECHOSEN1

POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA

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AN ESCAPE.

Published on: April 30, 2022 | Category: Poetry | Author: DECHOSEN1 | Likes: 1| Views: 193



I bow my head in bliss whenever my fingers graze the edges of a new book,

A new book means new dawn, a new day when the sun is in her full bloom,

In her full bloom, she beautifies the heart with a door of escape to a chamber of peace.


An escape from the real world, from the spikes of struggles stranded in it,

When my hand holds the cover of a new book, it's a thing of joy to delight in this,

When my eyes search the pages and my nose flares in the bookish smell it emits, I fly high.


I could sit the whole day, flipping through the pages piled up with pleasure and pain,

The freedom that flows like an everlasting river of life satisfying the thirst of a wanderer,

I want to abide in this chamber of secrets where no man could draw me out through force or will.


©DECHOSEN1

POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA




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That Inch.

Published on: April 30, 2022 | Category: Poetry | Author: DECHOSEN1 | Likes: 1| Views: 284

Your soul is sinking inward into an abysmal horizon,

I understand your pains from page to page,

Because when I open your book, your words are mine,

I understand the bitter chapters of your book,

They stare intensely into my soul with dusty eyes.


You know me, every fiber of my folly and wisdom,

I know about that inch you kept hidden well,

Because that inch in your soul makes you special,

I comprehend that inch that is free from your scars,

They open up each with roses before they blossoms.


Your words inscribed on the leaves 

I see your story in those words with glassy gazes,

Because your true self reflects also without doubt,

I can't imagine the traumas you carry about in you,

They will die with each love we fetch into our lives.


©DECHOSEN1

POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA

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SOMETIMES WE LOSE OUR SPARKLES The sun used to burn so brightly in me that

Published on: April 30, 2022 | Category: Poetry | Author: DECHOSEN1 | Likes: 1| Views: 222


The sun used to burn so brightly in me that the sky becomes scared of these blinding beams,

I used to shine so brilliantly too with sparkles of the sun in me, sparkling orange flames in me.


We all have sparkles within us, sometimes hidden, sometimes open to the world to see,

You used to have it live in the depths of your soul now you've lost it to the tenacious storms at night.


Sometimes we lose our sparkles even when we don't want to, we lose them to the dungeons,

The dungeons dazzling with darkness beyond our power, we are powerless around the gloom.


Sometimes we lose our sparkles, fiery with red flames, shimmering than the stares of the suns,

Let's take back our sparkles from the arms of the sun, let's make the sun envious of our sparkly sparkles.


©DECHOSEN1

POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA



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