JOY OSUMAH
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LOVE NEVER GROWS OLD We were only 16 Had a dream of Having a house Millions And leaving And then we turned 17 Lovers of sunset Kissing at dawn Touches so warm Eluded intensely To our heart beats We 18 Having a house There's no key Having a mat Not weaved A cat No screech Recognized as teens Not real This won't last Just dreams Sweet 19 The forest grows Our fortress an abode Only known Sheltered untold by our lips Drawn in a diary of sketches 20 stares at us blankly A blanket full of memo...
check out this poem DELILAH Delilah's lips taste as wine Her hips evil divine Her children are we, disciples of lies Flakes of rapturable staves we define They hour is unknown to those that sleep -For we don't sleep We wine and dine We cry and die -And yet we merry cause we know our peril Cause we are all children forged of Delilah's lips The devil's abode dwell we Hell foreigners we bring in Cause we are all children forged of Delilah's deciet. #PoetryCreator
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