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Best Poems Written by Ololade Sokoya

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The Woe In Man'Woeman'

Seven ribs made from a single bow
fragile like the morning glow
shaped like an hour glass
bosom like a molded brass
skin like the finesse lace
Thought to move with grace
All from a single rib 
Oh what a gem to behold

Her tiny belly
Carries a life within
Out of the tiny verging hole
Comes the cries of a whole
A pain beyond words expressed
A cry to life the young express
Tears not enough to explain
Memories from the mid-death plain
Oh what a site to behold

From her mammary comes the 
ceaseless flow
Food to make her young to grow
Sleepless when the fever stems
tear like flowing stream
Filled with fear for the baby's life
Never drained of hope as the tot 
strife
Moved from weary to worry
Oh what a misery to behold

Weak as though she's called
Bold as mountain she stands
Her strength lies within her tears
A frail looking being
A giant within 
The woe in man
Woeman

                      *tot* > a little child

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The Lost Bought

A busy world it seem to be
With everyone wanting to be
But all chasing after a ghost
Predators after this host.
Death is all will be

A busy world it seem to be
When will the peace come to be
Pains and hurt is all we see
Like storm in this sea 
Confusion is all will be

Now the darkness set to be
Blind like the honey bee
Lost like the nation Anastasia 
World becomes plagued with 
insomnia
Frustration is all will be

 All the nation bow in shame
Both the rich do the same
Looking for the way
To take away the wail
for the tears is all the Same

Who will deliver from the pain
That has made the world so pale
Non but who was slained
Pieced with a lengthy nail
Life and blood of a saint

All we need do is to seek the face
Of Him that has the grace
To restore all the light
Brought by the night
For light comes from His glance

For sin and death he has won
Hope has been raised like a horn
For all to rule and reign
Like the cold after the rain
Life will no more be worn