Get Your Premium Membership

Best Poems Written by Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi

Below are the all-time best Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

View ALL Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poems

12
Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

THE BEST LIAR WINS

  
When we search for truth
To end our troy with a mending truce
Many will come
From winds of directions
To translate our fears
While pacifiers display feign happiness
So shall cajoling tongues clash
In some ironic debate
It's that time of the year
When words are the fervent tools
Employed in crammed crusades
Sweat,skin and blood all to persuade
And more,some gold; harlot for the ballot
How then shall you win me.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018



Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

AN OPEN LETTER TO A TRAFFICKER

Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.

Do not ask why I run
Like a prey dodging the hunters’ gun
from thick darkness I run, in search of sun

I am but a derelict
Worn in tattered smock
As the whirlwind stirs frustration
and my hopes remain forlorn
I would relish the scary street
Here is better than your hell
No more shall your contractor waylay my ardent strife
Fruitless life
Sweat in shambles
Still I boast of no life

I wouldn’t come,
Without the credence from your tongue
You said the pastures are green
and life is but a melodious song
Meanwhile you had it planned all along
To make laborers from our clan
The poorer we are, the richer you become

I am only sixteen,
Devoured by manly mantle
For sordid pleasures
My pride will they rumple
and vowed that I shan’t see the morrow’s dawn
If I dare relinquish the place of a pawn
As heeds the rivers’ wave and tide, the coxswain
So do I heed commands that deepens my pain

I am stocked
Can’t move forward, nor to the back return
I am disheartened
With no hope of a glorious turn

In the street corners I shall lay
Where wanton mosquitoes fly
I lay in the spring of tears
Till heaven hears my cry

Trafficker as I lay with earthly stings
I know you are somewhere
Feeding on chicken wings

I run for a place to lay my head
If it means to bunk on grass in exchange for bed
I would anything, than stay in my mistress’ den
Where I am a meal to many men

Daemon! You orchestrated my fall
You took my harvest and careless if I perish
You said papa will be fine when I work
This is all for papa and you know
Why then is my story so

Tell the kids in Togo's loitering street
and all the troubled ones in Africa
When a man like this beacons
Please resist his soothing tongue
For he is darkness in array of light
As he would cajole, to cast on you a lasting plight

He is a coward,
whose fortune depends on our sweat
and in greed, would he have some souls to-let

Trafficker, don’t from your evil schemes relent
Till justice come, and then you’ll have no chance to repent.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

UNCLE ZULU

With unsettled heart,
I say this,
Though,I hope to be brisk
In this rage
And more...
I wish I relinquish
The flow of terrific vengeance
Going here and there
Moving like blood
Down those streams,
Thus exciting so much,
So much negative energy
That my veins feel ablaze
Uncle zulu!
Thank the gods for these tenets
That keeps you awake
And steady in this state
That in my stinking bate
I pardon your insolence
For not only d aged knows disrespect
When seen.
You that your other half showed mercy
You that never wish another
Such uplifting u wish yourself
Epitome of blight
You are darkness
With no atom of light.
The master of trade by barter
No wonder,
To fetch some gold
You would easily give your seed
Now in light
I would pronounce you worthless
Dreamless being
Uncultured
Happy that time made you old,
Some respect to the gray
But still no hidden Frey
By this you know
That though little the age
Respect is meant
For those deserving.
Dear uncle Zulu!
To you,another seed from within I seem
But should in-case
You try in your little head
To decipher the purpose of my being
Or try compare me with yours
I would say,
I am your king
The one who will
See your gray,
Go down flat,
In homage at my sight
I am the Joseph
From whose desk you shall feast.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

UNDER THAT VEIL

Hello bosom friend
I hope you get this piece quick
oh! my bad,how do you fair?
pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning
I was told of your matrimony
From you, the seed that emanated
when you behold this thoughtful missive
and you have the whole narrative in your grip
you will unearth my heart's unfoldings
of grave grievance, no one can appease
succinctly grasp the volume of this rage
I say, read carefully through the lines
even if you have to squint through that veil
if i am to choose
between your present and past
I would say, let your past prevail
For then, I knew the essence of your smile
You weren't by hypocritical law, constrained
That face speaks of solace even ibn grimace
oh! that face speaks volume
Needless to say,you are elegant in fitted fabrics
Lost under your tutelage
You brought life to every boring cause
Your angelic beau, replicates purity of-course
You were our sunshine
Before the Arabian cowries bought you over
He came from a foreign land
And bestowed on you, a diadem
I learnt you were betrothed to an assumed cleric
The telltale notion of ardent Islamist
Raised anxiety for future occurrences
I envisaged you in this state
But won't your devotion debate
Now my memory of you is impaired
by your sudden immersion
I feel as though it's been crushed by a saw
That even while you are in front of me
I see you no more
Oh! how impelling a tenet
Evil I say
God forbid that this is of God
No!
It's a spell
From the stench of hell
That one's existence be hidden for a lifetime
To conceive a man's satisfaction
my friend
In this transition,
Did you and your aspirations converse?
How much of a communicator would you be now
Under that veil
You relegated your dreams to derelicts
Making a living in the street corners 
while you remain a descendant of vague relic
A full grown lady, covered in babygro
In those chains,inform of soft clothings
Do you find comfort or otherwise
Ode to a gracious lass i used to know
Now aloof she stands with no Identity
Please when your seed shall grow
Let her have no taste of your captivity.





 



Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2017

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

UPON NIGER BRIDGE


Take no shock as we quiver in such trembling
As blood hunting critters, applaud our woeful quivering
By fiendish fireworks and guns souls bleed
All for a dotty tenet; an eerie greed
To gratify such unwholesome belief
Hence, stir souls dispatch; re-occurring grief.

When honey becomes unsavory and peace sees her demise
When bereft of hope, that no sermon sufficed
In berated fierce, we charged our chief lord
upon their terror obliterating our hopes,with its ravaging flood.

Bewildering! Their schemes, somewhat startling
From northerly point, our walls are falling 
With tears and death breaking brittle bones
Upon the spear of torture, we depart our homes
By their nefarious ambition, our faith abates
As rainbow wanes, abattoirs grew in rates
Nowhere on earth is safe, not even this cave
Their onslaughts drenched our being, so to early tomb our dreams we gave.

They invade our land in hellish rage
With countless ruins, blood curdling carnage	
So upon the rumbling rise of these evil hermits
The inferno of gruesome war we shall inhabit
If our chief security compromises our safety upon death threat
Then all out, we shall fight even with chocked breath
To the chief lord, anticipate the imminent fall of Niger wall
The bridge built by ancient sweat will crush by internal brawl

We shan’t in feeble courage watch our brothers’ burn like grass
Nor shall we crave another dirge upon uncouth arson that claimed a mass.
Tell them and their Godfathers ’’in-quote’’
When we invade their land; to ashes we shall swerve their worth
If their fierce is dreary, then our fierce is fierce
their soulless souls shall our ravenous swords pierce

let them retreat, and relinquish these gory riots
Else we assail their land with our chariots
Then Niger shall know the words of war
These daemons shall we damage, with their pious hearts and furs
But to curb this imminent war, shall he rise
To nail their souls on the path of demise	
Then by their own hands shall they shed their blood
Restless! Their wailing spirit shall have no abode

Else we by their blood bind them,
tonight shall be the last for our nations anthem.



Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018



Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

ZANY'S DOPE

Have you been an inch to madness
The commune of thoughts in a feast
with soliloquy wiggling in silence
And mysterious mutterings dangling in violence                                                                                   
So that when innocent words are spoken                                                                                                                                        you would quickly give a malicious ear                                                                                                                                             And when healthy gestures are made                                                                                                                                                      You would convert such kindness to an hellish display                                                                                                                                                                                          In your little head                                                                                                                                                                       would wind of unwarranted laughter blow
Reflex would seem to you, an ardent flow
This shall be your story
If by your lips that notorious leaf burn 
to evoke thick Flames                                                                                                                                             Hence saturates, to steal consciousness
A little puff, a little drag, till you swallow the beast
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

SOLILOQUY

cry no more, ignore the world 
in torrent thrives torment
but from a little sleep 
the earth hence a mirage
in the eternal garden souls shall feast
where no exotic memories shall be recalled
if any sees the light, or beacons
try compare those blurry strings 
you will unearth that life is but a beast.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

I AM A POET

How do words flow
To form rhythms that entwines
Like a passage, like wandering birds
That moves when the wind instructs
Like a spring of water on an errand
A mountain-like fountain
Whose transport shall so remain
So will my thoughts,
Touch the air and travel to Greece
From a stance shall it evoke continents
With the universal color of words
I shall be your Soothsayer,Lawyer and more
Jack of all trades,master of all
I live for many,I live by words

 

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

Your LIB' shall vanquish

I heard that you have many homeless souls
Hidden in caverns, some buried on your soil
I learnt that now you feel too much relevant
Your troops are void of true bravely
Oh,Cowards!
They would have tender ribs bent
Subtle skins bleed
Quiet hearts yell aloud,
They are now butcher of wills and aspirations
They have no soul of pity,
They feel strong but no integrity
Now of what yardstick is your emblem?
The soldiers to protect 
Thesame idiots destroys without remorse
Have you forgotten,
You have flesh and blood
Like a burning coal
You are a  blight,
a consuming scorch
To those who innocently seek refuge from you
In your yard's economy they relied
To us they are many
But to you few
Many they are with glorious dreams
And these gracious hearts you annihilated
Their sudden doom 
You beasts! Orchestrated.
Lib' you are doomed
You called for this fisticuffs
We shall assail your unholy ground
If in my reasoning I am asked 
To what grade will I have you classed
I will state with undiluted rage
You are a grade of useless animals
And none out of your multitude
Deserves the light of tomorrow's dawn
If one parson do exist in your vineyard
Or any exists who was conceived of woman
Or any of your cruel leaders 
That sheds our blood and still stay bizarre
Or any innocent blood 
From you sprout
I say to whoever is by your blood bound
shall all vanquish by the fire of war
Lib' shall have no abode
No place amongst us
Lib' shall be no more.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2017

Details | Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi Poem

WINDSURFERS

In this dwelling, let nature bid you near
Where instigates the mild ocean no fear
Dwell here unmussed and we will both share
In the ambience of a breeze with a scarlet care
As we voyage by a crescent sphere
To grasp the true art of this gracious air
Let no heart pardon a snare
Nor squeeze fear,from your tender eyes; a tear
By this soulful yacht let's sail the rare
As caressing wind migrates here and there
In your yearn for care, will my heart give hear
In your long for warmth, i will be most fair
Let no ravine snog elude me while i am near
In time, history will make a tale of our presence here.

Copyright © Bolaji Kingsley Ogunbiyi | Year Posted 2018

12