The Poetry Marathon

And I have been to Asia
The Arthartica
The Australia
The Americas
The Africa
The Europe and the Oceania
All on the misty wings
Of my dreams

And I have been to Paris
The sweet city of dreams
I have been to the Eiffel Tower
And wished for a love so sweet
I have been to Paris
And loved the ancientness and yet modernity of it
I have been to Paris
I have seen Paris
And now…i can die

And i heard you
When you said you were done
You can think and say what you like
Its okay, for you to be done
Because I’m not done
And since i’m not done
We both can’t be done

Solape Adetutu Adeyemi has degrees in Microbiology and Environmental management. She is an environmental suatainability enthusiast with many years in FMCg
She is a creative writer who lives and breaths to bring life and light to words

I dream of a world
where love holds sway
where each looks out for the other
where peace resides
i dream of a world where war is extinct
i dream of a world where education and access to it is possible and free
i dream of a world absent child abuse and sexual offences
i dream of a world where famine is no more
i dream of a world where child and maternal motality is nil
i dream of a world where environmental sustainability is promoted by all and sundry
i dream of a world absent poverty
i dream of a world devoid of sickness
i dream of a world with gender equality
I dream of a world of perfection itself.

At the edge

From her little corner
Hesitant
Fearful
Looking down
At the edge of the party
Timidity
Self doubt
Doesn’t allow her leave the edge
Her feet are rooted
Just at the verge
Her head screams yeah
Her heart screams nay
Fear of the unknown
Keeps her from tipping over the edge
She remains just at the periphery
Wishing
But, never doing

Zombie

It is dark
The streets are rain slicked and deserted
Thunder rumbles overhead
Promising yet another downpour
A few cars are seen driving past
As a lonely figure walks almost with calculated steps
One feet before the other
Same pace, unhurriedly
Same pace, mechanically
She is dressed scantily
A pair of bum shorts and a halter top
The rain starts to fall, abruptly
Her gait still isn’t hastened
Her eyes are fixed in a stare
Unblinking and uncaring for she is stoned
Shot so high she doesn’t realise she is soaked
She continues without thought down the road
Totally zombied

In my world
Anything you say can be used not against you
But for my good
My muse is mostly gotten from a word or phrases spoken
Thanking you
Keep all the goodly, muse filled speeches encapsulating the words I need, coming right back at Solape😄

Soft centre

Easily misled
Skillfully manipulated
As she has no mind of her own
Swayed by the ways of men
Turned aside by flimsy reasoning
Always going along with the crowd
A soft centre that cannot hold
One that disintegrates under any pressure

Yesterday is mine, tomorrow is yours

I revelled in the attention
I basked in the love
All eyes were upon me
I was in my element…yesterday
Tomorrow is yours
None dare take it away
It is your time to be worshipped
Your time to be the very epicentre of attraction
Tomorrow and other tomorrows are all yours
Make full use of it…absent regret