Am Ejalonibu Abraham, am 23-year-old boy, am native of Osun state but living at Ibadan. I went to Life-Line in my primary school, Loyola college in my secondary school day. I finished my secondary 2007. Am studing LLB LAW in National Open University Of Nigeria. more »
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Ejalonibu Abraham Poems
Her voice lifted souls, She has beauty fair skin That can candidly make men to sin. Her luscious lips make my heart fly,
Strong Feeling For Her
First time i sighted My eyes on her, She looked like a site that cite good example to me. Her love to me started Like little dropp of water, Little grain of sand,
Sound of war
... Bum! Bum! Bum! Sound of war it's like the roaring of a lion
Love Is Painful
Love is painful When i remember my love It turned me to dove And make me to fool
When the head of warrior were called The axes must be strike Iku Ooo! Author and finisher of the grave
Am An African Boy
Am an African boy, Where culture is like water Drunk by every human being. Where judgment is like a mirror,
Lion In A Cage
Lion in a cage Flies his wings in his age Display his heart on stage Make the cosmos to change
The Ghoul Ghost
The ghoul ghost That hold the host And also hurt in hut Flash in flat.
TELL ME WHY?
You said my shadow Makes you follow, Am her health when you are dizzy When i click she always busy,
Acoustic from her heart shows from her lips Smile that speaks millions of reasons. Her sooth-lips mirrored vision Clear luminous like light sparkle.
I Miss You
My milch is totally glues, With tongue in venom steep'd When my eyes is closed. My eyes flow of tears like ceaser's blood
Night Of Bliss
How long am waiting for the night? When the candle of love will light The red colours will bright And flowers in her right
As i follow beauty... And she flees. When i saw the glory Of beauty on her body.
When i saw her face Its fresh like sea stone. My lady, you are very beautiful, Not because of the fuliness
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Her voice lifted souls,
She has beauty fair skin
That can candidly make men to sin.
Her luscious lips make my heart fly,
Her breath so fresh,
Her heart in beak
And her eyelids blink blink
Through the light of noon
In glimpses of moon
Then, she smiles
In dark she franks.
She shine like diamond shows to the sun
But, in deep dam of darkness
She looks like a white with stain.