The fountain Arena

The panic of geminating age Angers the mounting desired sage Of bittersweet years swum On the facade of earth waters Filling every benchmark of missed trophies. The taste of primitive success hops  ceaselessly, Flouting the worldly pen Standard in light of favoured tropes making the soft momma's cheek drenched As I drink from her endless eulogies; Papa's thumb hit the soft spot The little red ink stained my bed  With sorrowful pun of happy and sad Motion the dripping tears watered The earth milk villa, enjoying each drop Until the morning light set up Swallowing the mist feast for a level pop. Age clocks struck 12 filled with dreams  It strode towards 16 fishing the world tales  Then at 19 basking the profile of the status  Till 20 came with test and service  Now the restless tick-tock beats the 22 chimes Recounting season and times. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read other exciting poem from the same poet here View Previous post

  Words made Lillie's ornament For your blessed feet monument Tinkles sounds of joy forte Dancing on every soul and moon  For your enigmatic fame You are sculpted by Him  Your soul maker, birth in his prime Favoured beyond mirror chime For on your lips he adores sweets name As sets of record wit.  Why not smile a bit  And make the moon bite and sit The night darkness shine Paving ways for fantasy lite A word architect, rider of truth You are a damsel of light with Virtues far beyond space and earth She is a she-lord and woman of pious wealth. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 For Christian ...🤗 Photo credit: pexel Read sorry earth . Previous post