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Anthology of Poems

Hey there, my wonderful friends!

I hope you’re all doing great! I wanted to take a moment to apologize for not being as active on this platform as I used to be. But don’t worry, there’s a good reason behind it! I’ve been diligently working on something special that I’m excited to share with you all.

Guess what? I’m in the process of putting together an incredible anthology! It will feature the most beloved poems from my blog, carefully selected with the help of your support, comments, and likes. Without you, none of this would be possible!

Now, here’s where I need your continued support. I plan to publish this anthology on Amazon and to add an extra sprinkle of delight, I aim to release it on my upcoming birthday! It would mean the world to me if you could join me on this journey by checking out and grabbing a copy of my anthology.

Your encouragement and companionship have been invaluable throughout my blogging adventure, and I feel incredibly grateful for every one of you. Together, let’s celebrate the power of poetry and embark on this exciting next chapter!

Thank you in advance for your unwavering support. I’m truly excited about this project and can’t wait to share it with all of you. Stay tuned for more updates, and let’s make this anthology a beautiful tribute to our shared love for words.

Sending my heartfelt appreciation,

Ridwan Akinkunmi AJAGBE.

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ranting

360

From 1 to 359, I have uploaded poems and stories on this blog. This is my 360th blog post. So you can say that I have completed a complete revolution. 360°.

Wow. From heartfelt birthday messages, tear-inducing heartbreak poems, scary poems and stories, love poems, the occasional rantings, and the singular erotic stories. It has been one hell of a ride.

Post number 360. And I am not writing poetry nor spinning a suspense-filled tale. I am here to rant. And upload pictures. And say my thanks.

First and foremost, I give thanks to Almighty Allah who has given me the opportunity to be alive to do this.

To everyone who has been with me since post 001, I am very grateful for the opportunity to write for you.
To everyone that joined me halfway, I am very grateful.

To amazingink, To marieabd, and to every one of the guest writers I’m sincerely grateful for the ride.

To Nimota, Rabiu Aisha, and Teemah Bakar: Thank you for always going through my works and leaving comments.

To Shaka Muslihat and Soyoye Oreoluwa, thanks for always keeping me motivated.

And finally to Soyoye Oreoluwa, thanks for always going through the poems offline, online, and every other line in between.

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Poems

Running To You

Like diamonds in the sky,
You’re meant to shine.
Like diamonds newly mined,
You can only get more perfect.

Things change,
But you’re always the one.
Feelings go,
But I’ll always run to you.
People change,
But no one can replace you:
In my life,
Heart,
Head,
Soul,
And in all entirety

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Poems

Father’s Day.

To the father who was there;
And to the one who was never here,
To the father who has a heir
And to the one who never sired.

To the father who was a husband.
And to that father moving around like a band.
To the father who was available to be called papa,
And to the one with myriads of baby mama.

In presence
Or absence
Or in negligence
Or in love and concerned hatred.

Happy father’s day

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Poems

Hello Beautiful

Even though I could feel the pressure mounting,
And the obstacles are like mountains.
Even though there is conspiracy on the Mount.
And friends and acquaintances of the highest hypocrisy.
Even though I’m filled with insecurities.
And I could feel my blood pressure rising.

Even though your hotness eclipsed the sun.
And your brightness dwarfed the moon.
Even though your suitors are like sands on a beach.
And waves of lucid emotions rolled over me.
Even though an hour with you is like a second.
And each time I keep coming for seconds.

All these and more,
Can’t change the truth.
And the truth is love.
I really do love you.

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Poems

Eden

In a garden full of trees,
And humans alike.
A garden dissected by a slow stream.
And cool pool reserved for swimmers.
In a garden filled with wonders,
only one “wonder” stood out:
Towering above the others.
Even more obvious than the *Khaya* *invorensis*
A wonderful sight to behold,
Face so clean and beautiful like sunrise.
And your voice sounds like a thousand birds
A thousand little birds singing joyously.

A million memories make my brain home,
But with you, I always feel at home.
Like the last ember in the hearth;
The last ray of light before nightfall;
You always bring security and tranquility.
In a garden full of beauty,
You are like Eden reborn!

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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Poems

Talking Pictures

If pictures could speak,
This one speaks volumes;
Shouting,
Screaming,
Vocalizing your outright beauty.
Or maybe not.

On second thought,
I think the picture is whispering,
Trying to get my attention.
(and it did)
“hush hush hush” whispers the picture
“Oreoluwa is cute” it said
And I couldn’t argue with the sound logic.

Oreoluwa, oh and that’s me lurking.
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Poems

Promise

I can’t promise you everlasting love,
But I promise to be by your side till the end.
And after this life ends!

I can’t promise you mansions and machines,
But I promise to treat you like a queen.
And that is an understatement!

I can’t promise you utmost perfection.
But I promise to cherish and adore you.
And love and care for you.

Plenty things I can’t promise.
And a lot of promises I can make.
But first, you have to be mine!

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Poems

Alone.

There’s a kind of loneliness,
Where you keep seeing a face,
A face that’s driving you insane,
A face that makes you suddenly violent, and nauseated, and sad, and devastated.

A face that used to bring you comfort,
A face you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.
A face that was the symbol of hope, and all that is good.

A face you wished you never knew.

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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Poems

The Purge

The level of ex(pectation) scattered by the previous abuser will only make one make an ex(ample) of the next person.

A victim wouldn’t be alone in the misery!

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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