Best Loveanger Poems
Sometimes I ask myself why ?
All the love deteriorating, Christ it needs you to rejuvenate it,
All this anger in me like poison has intoxicated me,
My dream are saturated with vicious visions of your blood in my hands,
The pure tablet of my heart has been tarnished, leaving it in tatters
I’m radiating anger, I could even endorse Bin Laden,
I feel like the devils apprentice,
In the story book of life I’m rapidly turning into the antagonist,
omnicient father help me find a remedy,
All this anger is replenishable, its becoming chronic,
The networks of my mind are malfunctioning the Meer thought of joy petrifies me,
All this is your fault and your cursed bald head,
I swore to be a pacifist but may soul is filled with pugnacity,
your repulsive demeanor, your barbaric attitude,
but yet you hold tight the hands of an angel,
every drop of blood running through my veins prophess my hate for you,
Lord why is this feeling so bitter?
Sometimes I wish I was void off all emotions like a vacuum is void of all matter,
FALLING
Heads over heels
Like I am on love prescription pills
I am crazy about this lady
And the thought of that kills
I need your time and affection
But all I get is rejection
Your beauty fills me with wonder
Like lightening blots and thunder
I am falling and my feet is in the air
Coming down with despair
Without my silver wings
Or my angel over here
At a high velocity
I am sure to reach eternity
Before my head strikes the ground
You have turned my life up side down
And made it spin round and round
Like a Merry go round
Or some kind of an Extra Terrestrial saucer
I cannot eat or drink even water
Love is so cruel
So I shall challenge him to a duel
I pray not for fatality
But my anger preaches mortality
I strucked him with the first blow
And he falls down slow
But my anger only made matters worse
So I had to let her go
If she 's yours she will come back to you
Says Mercury’s little voice
But she is beautiful and intelligent probably has a greater choice
Off she goes with a Jewish Croesus
While I still call on Jesus
A poor man’s predicament
So off I go for a Holy Sacrament
I prayed and prayed and I fasted for years
Till I met a common peasant girl who dried up my tears
But after two decades there comes Eva
I told myself it is rather late than never
But what will I do with my country lady whom I took for a wife?
I told Eva to let me be because I already have a life
By
Olusegun Akanbi