Two great lessons I gathered from watching you;
Size doesn’t affect greatness.
Small in stature you are,
But still, you dwarfed everyone around you.
The second one is cliché already;
Your intelligence is reviving.
And your beauty deadly.
What a wonderful combination of super powers.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Who’s going to take of you?
Certainly not only your family,
Hence that amazing name of yours.
Well thought out, if you ask me!
Gentle breeze soothing the harshness of the sun’s heat.
And though you’re brighter than the sun,
You radiate an aura of calmness.
Much more than the gentle breeze.
Once upon a time,
I saw you smile
And I’ve never felt comfortable.
Since then, I only want to see you smile.
Even if it’s directed at another.
I’ll stop the flow of ink here.
And I hope this flow touches you there.
You know where!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Pink and blue exist in nature:
But you redefined the meaning of nature;
Blue gown and pink headtie.
Amazing in blue like the clear sky.
Day three of seven;
I don’t know much arithmetic
But the fraction of my heart with you is whole.
One out of one.
Pink lips.
And brown skin.
Clear skin.
And massive intellect.
It can only be you.
Yes! You.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
I woke up with a thought;
And a face;
And a name.
I thought about how cool you are.
Not like, not-warm-enough cool,
But the you-are-awesome cool.
First thing I saw when I woke up
Was your face.
Even though you’re not here, but really you are.
A name.
In all it’s grandeur and promise of blessings.
It could only be yours, Oh daughter of a king.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Promise is a debt.
But this is a debt I’m willing to pay a hundred times.
And more.
This isn’t what you mean.
But this could mean something greater.
In the long run.
So, just look at the bigger picture.
The picture where they join two different names.
To form one.
Because, that’s the endgame.
The grand finale.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
I looked into your eyes,
And I recoiled.
Like staring into the depths of hell;
There’s no welcome here.
I glimpsed a little bit of your soul:
And I shuddered.
“A monster is what you are” I thought.
But promised you, I have.
And try to change you, I would.
You’re cold,
And I’m here for you, I’m Warmth.
Graciously, like an enigma, she moves;
Effortlessly, like the rising sun, she illuminates;
Patience is a virtue I posses;
And even if for eternity, I’ll wait for your love.
My face could change, more handsome.
And your beauty may fluctuate;
But these feelings I’ve cultivated;
Is forever, deep-rooted, and for ever.
Around this time last year (2019), I created this blog and started uploading poems and short stories regularly. It has been an amazing experience for me I have to confess. I was very consistent in the beginning, but along the way my commitment dropped. And for that, I am solely to be blamed.
An avid reader of this blog would have noticed that I am not the only writer her. I have other three amazing authors; Amazing Pen, Marieabd and Bassien. Bassien uploaded just one poem though, but she has lots of works in her draft which she never uploaded. Lol. I miss her here.
Amazing Pen is the first author that joined me, and her posts speaks for her. She is a an awesome poet that focuses more on women rights and support for the girl child. And to you I say thank you so much for being a part of Sophocles Writes.
Marieabd (who also happens to be my crush, that woman is beautiful 😉) joined early this year. And just like me, her works cut across all genres of poetry and majorly on horror stories. Check out her works and I promise you’d be wowed.
I know this space have been dry die quite a while. But I promise to wake up the vibes we’ve always served you on Sophocles Writes. This might be our one year anniversary here, but it’s you (our readers) that we are celebrating.
Cheers to another awesome year of creativity!
We have longer days and shorter nights; but it seems the days never come and the nights get longer;
I yearn for a full moon, where I can unleash my true self and release the monster inside;
I have buried this monster for the longest of days, but now he just wants to see the light again;
I want to be loved, but the shadows around me say otherwise; they need to feed and unfortunately the ones who love are the ones taken as prey;
The baby next door cried all night and laughed all day. I wasn’t allowed to wallow in my loneliness till he was silenced forever. Good riddance they say.
My neighbors call me a psycho, my therapist says I’m possible, I say, death is my only salvation;
(Smiles), not my death….
I want to write you a poem,
But I’ve used my ink as dye;
I went for an interview with the dyed shirt,
So I can get paid to care for you.
I passed the interview,
But I didn’t get the job.
Now my pockets are empty,
And my parchment dry.
Oh! Did I mention that she left?
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Sophocles Writes