poetry

TO A PURPLE PRIMROSE

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I wish you’d left me, 
I wish we never met,
I wish you’d let the bullet
Drive straight thru’ my chest,
I wish you’d let the glacial rope 
Hug the hope off my throat. 

I wish you never cared,
You could’ve saved yourself. 
You could’ve watched from afar and learnt
I couldn’t eschew death. 
I wish you never loved, 
My problem could be solved. 

I wish you were aware
Your help would only cause me pain,
But since you saved me there
I’d rise and fall again and again.
I wish your wish for me
Comes true, then probably, 
I wouldn’t have to write these poems 
So you’d bury them beside me. 

Written by: Damilola Yusuf

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Guest Post: Lost

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You spent many years
Living among these people
But do they care, do they even know you? 
They do not seem to see you weep, 
Wishing you’re a perfect kid,
Which of course would never be.

They’d never recognize your good deeds,
You’re tagged a failure 
And it’s all you can be. 
They broke you unknowingly
Yet wouldn’t help you rebuild, 
They scold you for being weak, 
Yet never plan to aid you.

To them you’re a stranger, you’re something new, 
You are a seed they have never seen. 
Stay alive, you will thrive, 
They’d find and learn to love you. 

Written by: Yusuf Damilola

THE NIGHT 💖

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You see darkness, 
I see blue, 
I see wishes coming thru’.
You fear the shadows, 
Shadows, my friends,
Shadows, show me how I could’ve ended. 
You see clouds,
I see the stars, 
Tiny twinkles, brightens my heart.

In the cold you freeze, 
I listen to the breeze. 
It’s placid tales never ceases.
You see ghosts, 
I see lost souls, 
With another chance to find their homes.

You see an end, 
I see a tunnel, 
Through which I must walk to the light ahead. 
You see wastes,
I see hope, 
I see promises from the day that awaits. 

Written by: Yusuf Damilola

WISHES AND WIZARDS

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I was once a faultless kid,
Carefree about what tomorrow brings.
All I needed was food to eat, 
Friends to play with
And a bed to sleep.
I bragged of millions I’ve never seen, 
Of imminent fame with other kids, 
We sailed on imaginary ships, 
The street harbored the richest kids. 
Funny it was how teachers made it seem 
Like future was just a boy on a swing.
It hurt when I stopped wishing myself sweet dreams 
And transited into the reality.

I heard my buddy was kidnapped,
I felt it was fake, merely a lie. 
He was also a rich kid in my gang, 
We both rode the swing, with future by our side.     
I waited for years but even as I write, 
My rich pal is yet to arrive. 

I had friends that’d once said.
“When the world comes to an end,
We’ll fly together out of earth,
We’ll fly to heaven in our private jets
And keep them in our mansions there.”
The first by a car was knocked dead 
And the other, years after took a bullet in his head. 

I’ve seen friends more brilliant than I ever was,
Roam the streets without aims, no impact yet no faults,
I’ve seen those who thrive effortlessly,
Drowning to the treasures preserved beneath the sea. 
I’ve seen friends more prayerful than I ever could be 
Denied of desired peace and immersed in misery.

I could be among those today has saved
But I know not what tomorrow says. 
Maybe I’ll live or be killed, 
Maybe I’ll into sorrow sway.
Of course no one wishes himself pain,
But it isn’t what we say or choices made, 
The steps we take or how much we pray. 
It’s life, it’s called Grace.

Written by: Damilola Yusuf

DEAR VOICE WITHIN ME

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Of course I can’t repay your favour, 
I gained from you a lot, 
While you counted losses.

As human, I took your presence for granted,
I thought you belonged here,
Trapped in my bowels,
But you did have a choice, you decided to stay.

You were just a gift cocooned in a curse.
Don’t you see, dear voice?
Visible are the signs
Things will ever go wrong,
Flee, I deserve not to be loved,
Don’t be damned for my sake 
You’ve protected me enough,
Flee and watch me waste.

Written by: Damilola Yusuf

INTERCESSOR

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For his sins, 
For his guileful heart that beats, 
For his lust after things of the flesh 
And the pleasure that he seeks.
 
For his constant unfaithfulness, 
For promises he wouldn’t keep, 
For his soul is frail, he’s weak. 
For his fall into temptations.

I was fastened to the cross, 
That he might escape perdition,
I bore for him, a crown of thorns,
That his soul remain alive,
I was speared by the side. 

All I ask everyday,
Is that you look not at his faults,
T’was for him I bore the pain
That his soul can be bought,
Offer another chance.

Before his time be past. 
Before crucifixion over his life be vain,
Before he be polluted and made profane, 
Before he be drowned in the pool of pain,
Forgive him father, 
Save him again. 

Written by: Damilola Yusuf

Guest Post: Tales Of An Abused Niece

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Come little child, 
come be my bride. 
Let me expose you
to the wild side of life,
Let me bestow on you
a perfect prize. 

Lay on the sofa, 
be still, young Rhoda.
It will not hurt, 
try not to shiver, 
You could keep your eyes shut
so you wouldn’t whimper. 

Be still kid,
Separate your limbs. 
Do not be scared
while I immerse myself. 
It’s fun but you must learn
and it won’t hurt, I promise my dear. 

STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN!!!!!!

Written by: Damilola Yusuf