The fountain Arena

The Antarctic guest bangs my doorpost  Icy air, frozen breath, skinny wet. Gaining mountainous feet  Before bolting in for a bodily rite Sipping every comfort in freezy bite Her coming whiffs sold my warmth For magic soul match washed forth Of a meekly birth As my famished skin seek a companion A solid soul in melting union Now, thou unknown warrior of first sight See-through wishes this night Find me a courageous knight  Fit enough to shelter my weary feet On Whose arm ameliorate my prolific seat. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022.   Previous post Photo by pexel next pos t Footnote:Read The night rain has fallen and the weather folds its warmth homeward. I can't shield my lonely skin alone; I need a companion.

The sky rose to meet me courtesy of furnished hope  hanging above in  mer'ment slope on a new found shelter  memes of delight has gladiates  the forgotten Sue fortunes genes full of ravishing stars  before the folk diets replete of curiosity bargain  as we feast the night again I search the stars tentacle for leads to my lost nirvana but in my dubiety I heard the sky symphony uttering the bounty of the day phony Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Photo credit: pexel Now  Read more  poetry from this poet View previous post

If words were stars, I will gently pick the brightest to tell your eternal truth far beyond space up to the holiest  adoring your righteous lips with roses. If words were stars, time and space will skip at every galaxy; every sea surrounding breathes with ease pent up laudation tossed down gracefully If words were stars, and on every lips that speaks  and on every word that leaps  On that fortune crest resides forever Will your saturated courage be known  Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read more  to view other poems from this blog. view previous post   Photo credit:Indian express

  In times of fairest beauty   I have found an esthetic damsel whose face speaks of roses and stars a charming gem of crystal  birth mines under your calm breast is the glory of nirvana resort  And between your sticky lips lies lust thirst seeking for painting lap make me thy sire my dear  let the nuptial couples be our guest and the lonely heart a saviour   courting every air you breathe and  The hate you share for a sober glass lid.  With you is an entire life worth Every moment and every hour shames Busy counting bounty season guide. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read other poem s from the same poet view previous post