Best Wakeel Poems
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
wakeel, abortion, absence, allusion,
Form:
Pastoral
A MORSEL
This is a sweet bitter morsel
It is very bitter and sweet
It is sweet as honey
And bitter as bile
A morsel of boneless
But harder than skull
A morsel of honour
Likewise a morsel of disgrace
A channel of bliss and sorrow
Protagonist in nature
Likewise antagonist in career
A character of comic
Likewise character of tragic
It builds than bricklayers
And destroyed as yam beetles, maize weevils
In addition as termites
It traveles miles as air does
That morsel rolls between triggers
The morsel tasty sweetness and bitterness
A morsel kills faster than poison
And safe faster than safeguard
People are rotted in prison
Just because of it misused
Promotion and demotion come
The way it is applied
People have used it to kill generations
While others have used it to sustain generation
Some will be kings in hell through that morsel
That morsel will lead some to paradise
That morsel is very vital
That morsel is an element of prayer and curse
A useful articulator
Vital organ of speech
Don't speak because you must talk
But because you have something reasonable to say
Regretting upon your silence is a golden
Than regretting after utterances
Hope you have understood that morsel?
Tongue! Tongue! Tongue!
A sweet bitter morsel.
,©® Junaid Abdul Wakeel "young writer "
10/8/17
Categories:
wakeel, art,
Form:
Pastoral
To a Mosquito
I confuse how long, thee wicked parasite
Shall share with me my tiny room
For how will you wake me from sweet dream?
Through thy screaming voices
That disturb my hear drum and brain
I use blankets upon blankets
But I don't know how long thy mouth is
You suck my blood all over my body
You are disease that leads to decease
I ought to ask but man has much
Blood, which you and your families feed
On: For lunch, dinner and supper
Usualness I clap for you
Though I was not commanded
Countless time I beat myself
When I wake up you fly away
As if the sucking was in dream
Eh you mosquito how smart are you?
©® 2/11/17. Junaid Abdul Wakeel
Categories:
wakeel, adventure,
Form:
Personification
Things Fall Apart
The moon is not lighter
The day I saw the moon
The sun is not brighter
The time I saw the sun
Thee were not like this
The day I saw thee
Thee were not a lout as I saw thee before
The day I saw the tree
It's not fruitful
The day I saw thee
Thee were just a kid
But today I saw thee
Thee back an infant
But why I was not invited to thy marriage programme?
Don't tell! It's wed locked child
The I was born
The word isn't like this
But today we're
Moral has ran away
Respect has sank in an ocean
Father has flied away
Mother has mad along
Alas! Things has fallen apart
©®™™™™™ 8/10/2017... Junaid Abdul Wakeel... ™™™™Young Writer™™™™™p
Categories:
wakeel, anger,
Form:
Pastoral
LIFE STYLE
Don't lie
He who thinks to lie for honorary
Will only be honoured embarrassment
Says the truth
But he who eats "dodo" banana
Will cease to say the truth
Apply equality but
He who want to uphold equity
Must come with clean hands
Show justice but
He who want to formulate just
Must not be bias
Be a preacher but
He who want to preaches
Must cultivate the message
Be friendly but
He who want to be friendly
Must not be aggressive
Be clean and neat
He who want to that
Must purify his and intention
Be yourself he who want to be that
Must not photocopy because
He who photocopy has duplicate..
©®25/9/17. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid.
Categories:
wakeel, adventure,
Form:
Pastoral
Craziness Became Fashion
Craziness has became fashion
Normality has became abnormal
Man has became madness
See that man
Sagging like a prisoner
Man has became madness
Wears like rags
Their wears are rags
Tore here and there like that
Of street passers
Creatures without destination
Craziness has became fashion
Sexual arouse in public
Behaving like animals
Craziness become fashion
Eyeglasses without lens
Man has became madness
Sharing chain with a bingo
That is the man with elements of madness and craziness
Wears like rags
Sexual arouse in public
Chain as bingo
Those are the elements of craziness
That later became fashion
®©Abdul Wakeel "young writer " 1/8/17. .. All right reserved
Categories:
wakeel, anger,
Form:
Didactic
MY LEFT RIB
The day thee were created
A soul mate was made
Right from your left rib
She is your soul mate
A soul full of affection
Waiting for thy infection
Affection plus infection
To draw your vision
And catch your mission
He is eagerly waiting
For the presence of thee soul mate
Whose vessels are full of love
Thee soul mate thy love is vital
like a soul
Thy love is bleeding like a heart
Thy love is flowing like oxygen
I'm waiting for thy love
Pictorial like a heart
Waiting to see your eyes
Brighter like a rounded moon
Waiting to glance through the face
Lightening like the sun
Thy black skin like Indigo
Thy white teeth like corn
She's eagerly waiting
Waiting for her lover
Praying day and night
For a true lover
Waiting for a right man
To ask for her right hand
To make a right partner
For the eternity right journey
If love is blind
Then let I be a blind
For I want is a true lover
If love is a dream
Let I be a dreamer
Continue dreaming of my soul mate
Till the dream come reality
If love is a river
Let I be a swimmer
For I want is a lover
If love is an ocean
Then let I be a sailor
For I sail the boat to look for a lover
If love is a war
Let I be a warrior
And save my lover
If love is a ball
Let I be a player and be a keeper
For I want to keep my lover
Dear soul mate
If thee be a root
I will be a stem
If you be a flower
I will be a fruit
If you be a snail
I will forever be thy shell
If thee be the head
I will be the neck
For I hang thy head
If thee be the tree
I will be branch
For branch we use to climb
Eagerly! Eagerly! Eagerly!
I do wait for thee
©® Abdul Wakeel 31/7/17
Don't copy and paste as writer. All right reserved
Categories:
wakeel, allusion,
Form:
Romanticism
To you only
I wished presently you own my heart
To you only the imagery like the heart is meant for you
You are the only blanket of mine recently
But I don't know latter
You are the shell that will cover my naked snail
You are the proposed nature
I want to sow all my seeds to
But if nature permittee
You only is the blood running through my vessel
I know what distance use to state
Normally I am not saint nor perfect
Just know I am not a tortoise
Trust me for my name
Still remains the servant of The Trustee
Love you for my love is not lust
You only is my focused supper, lunch and breakfast
Thank God it is not courting nor dating
Few moment to pay the final respect..
Trust me for the trust is the key to the true lover
Asabi shows me the truth colour
Omowumi comes here continue perceive comic
Dammy you are damsel
Moroshogba wait there you will protect the womb escapers
My regards to my In-Laws
Come soon your proper Saturday.
©® 8/3/18... Abdul-Wakeel
Categories:
wakeel, adventure,
Form:
Romanticism
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
wakeel, adventure,
Form:
Pastoral
INDEPENDENT DEPENDABLE
Independent dependable nation
Got her independent 50s years back
She is independent dependable nation
Average of her products are made in China
It was once said by her son
During oil boom that
the problem of this nation isn't
But how to spend it
Independent nation full of beggars
Independent dependable with numbers of graduate
Dependable nation are citizens are starving
Independent nation seems a land of unease
Where a few have too much
And many none at all
Dependable nation trains graduates not innovators
Talent are not appreciated in dependable nation
Negative utilization of talent is highly welcome
Dependable nation! Dependable nation! Dependable nation!
Wake-up from thy old sleep
You are old enough to have
Thy independent grand children
©® 25/9/17 . Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid
Categories:
wakeel, africa,
Form:
Light Verse
Any poet to put in poem
To my potted pot
A poem in a potter Plan
Affectionate in a pottery plate
Poetry in a pointer points
Poems in a pretty lines
Poems to be puranic in nature
Poems in planets patterns
To be put in a poetry Soup
Poem poetically in pot pottery
Any poet or poetess to lead me poetically.
®© 01/4/18. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid...
Categories:
wakeel, adventure,
Form:
Alliteration
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
wakeel, 10th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Valentine
My dear brothers and sisters
What special in Feb 14th?
Why did you prefer a bl/\dy clothes?
Why did you celebrate the death of a lover?
Why do you dress nakedness on this day?
Why do you enjoy mocking your virginity?
You broke a door locked by thy Creator
You behave like dogs
You exchange doggy saliva
You are out there looking for wears
Which your parents can't avoid
They keep starving at home because of you
But you spent thousands for a single day
You took photos as many you want
Your parents find it difficult to change their clothes
A tuition fee of twenty thousand
Your mathematical equation turn it to forty
When your wall is being drainage off
And your wall allowed every drowner
A fool looking for his/her val
They romance you such as animal
You commit sins call for hundred lashes
And you call it pleasure
Are you capable of account??
On the day of accountability...
©® Junaid Abdul Wakeel 11/2/17
Categories:
wakeel, anger, anniversary,
Form:
Pastoral
The Bench Warmers!
I Always confused
About the ladders we called
I wonder, where things went wrong
I'm thinking thinking
I keep asking myself
Where are the sensitive young adults?
So saddened the future leaders Are now the future robbers
If I could asked
Where does it started?
All around it is from the grassroots
Our class Reps are the yam beetles
Our school and departmental presidents
Are now the maize weevils
Our so called honourables
Are just the bench warmers
They are not
Ambassadors of this nation
They just destroy layers
The so called senators
Are just the noise makers
They are termites that destroyed treasures.
® © 20/7/17. Abdul Wakeel "Young Writer" All right reserved.. I'm a writer of progress..
Categories:
wakeel, allusion, anger,
Form:
A Broken Heart
You should have told me
Before my feelings turned to love
You must have told me
Before I continue dreaming of you
I must have be informed
Before my heart turned to yours
I should I have noticed
Before I fall in an ocean of deceit called love
Yesterday it started with comic
But today it ended with tragic
You should have told me
Before I gave you the whole heart
Why do I not notice?
Your smiling was just suffering
Your caring was just careless
Your envy was just an evil
You stabbed my heart
And left there un-treated scar
You can't even know the way I feel
Just because you are tortoise in all ramification
I am your want not your need
It is hardest for my broken heart
To love and trust again..
©® 22/4/2018. Junaid Abdul-Wakeel
Categories:
wakeel, 12th grade, allusion,
Form:
Light Verse