The Girl with prettiest smile
Her beauty is not just about her great sense of style.
Her long hair flew like the occean breezes
Something we can not see
But always appeased to feel.
She has just the most fair skin tone and brown eyes
A small waist and little thin thighs.
Her cheeks and her hands so sweet and smooth
Just a little touch of them drives me out of the dumps and blues
May be I'm little bit more feel about you like I'm under a spell
Haven't heard but still I know your voice , your laugh very well.
I know there's so girl or angle on the earth and heaven that could ever match the beauty of you and your style
Nobody on the universe or utopian land can come close to that pretty smile.
A day with you feels like no happiness, no sun , no warmth of love , no hope
Without you it feels like slipping in a gloomy endless slope.
Oxymoronically I'm not mentioning my love and myself 'cuz that would be heinous deed
You're way out of my league and although there's no comparison between a rose and a weed.
I want to cut loose my heart at your sight
I wanna spend age's , felina of life seeing you smile from the break of dawn till the late night.
Categories:
oxymoronically, addiction, beautiful, black love,
Form: Rhyme
Free like the birds in the sky
Tender like a newly budded tulip
A clear minded soul with no grudges felt
Bouncing here and there with naïve eye
Missingly missing those “maami’s” cuddles
Her warmth sweet bitter lineage appraisal
That at dawn interrupts my sweet voyage
And in turn gets me singing “one, two, buckle my shoe”
I can’t help but remember
“Baami’s” whip each time I go wild
Oxymoronically beating me, telling me not to cry
Now tasty but then sour
Driving along the street with rolling tyres
Handly cushioning the rain
Dancing all around the hood with pant but no shame
With much within to aspire
YEMI AFO( 2017)
Categories:
oxymoronically, birth, birthday, care, childhood,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Oxymoronically ****
In the state of a ne’er do well
Was created an orderly mess
To place one on none and hope for the rest
That lay in a place that we call Hell
A heavenly Hell has classified what is neat
Placing the slovenly trim coals in the heat
As horned halos added to the fuel
To blend in fire that is heatingly cool
The virtuous evil scooped out the soot
Tiptoed and stamped the cinders with his foot
Fixated to repeat never again
Forever is never in this land
For an apathetic fervent man
Oxymoronic Obsession
Sponsored by David Lindsay
August 28, 2016
Categories:
oxymoronically, humorous,
Form: Rhyme