My name is olatunji olagunju am a native of oyo state; Ibadan..am just a single boy who loves wtiting poem.reading noveals.eating.and meeting new fwnds.....am a kind of boy who will walk under the rain wt my fwnds.instead of going wt an unbrella.....Life is good when u have good fwnds dat love nd care abt u...... more »
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Jackson Olagunju Poems
Escape into Pain (Sonnet)
With taught of sadness. We are still in darkness. Can't see the dawn at hand. Traped with pain.
Beneath is Joy(idyll)
Joy beneath our heart. Two wrongs make it right. Floating with the spirit of perfection. With smiles and joy at our feet.
Virginity was my Dignity Dignity was my Pride Pride and joy of a Woman Kept for a specific reason
Realm of a soldier(sonnet)
Rose of Beauty
Tales Of Love
If i should die before i wake Then you will be the full reason First sight of you was fabolous I can't let such oppourtnity go
Sombre Love Lorn
Every one wants true love Every one will get a true love But not every one will see their true love But every one derserves a true love
Life is too short to be measured Life is too small to be scaled It takes the brave and experinced to survive Through the part of life
Sunshine After Rain
Life comes always at dawn Life that will be full of joy Life fulfilled by you Life bright and shining
Art Of Love
Every night in my dreams I see and feel you You are indeed the one i want My heart will go on for you
Singing Bird(Limerick poem)
There once a bird. Whose actions was notified for singing. It stood at it's beak. Till it's beak and voice turn sour.
Two wrongs they say make it right. I will always try to make it tight. Even if am with no site. I see perfect with the kite.
Beauty, beautiful angel. Shine bright, looking good. At first site was amazing. Every step into your world brings joy.
One for all, all for one. It is what you think it is. Love on top, on top of the earth. Floating with the feelings of hope of love.
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Escape into Pain (Sonnet)
With taught of sadness.
We are still in darkness.
Can't see the dawn at hand.
Traped with pain.
Forgotten with pain and sadness.
Seening the realm of endless catastrophe.
Battle, but still in pain.
Seen the pain but always rising.
Death run faster than we can.
Hoping for pleasure in pain.
Cast to the dark with no repair.
Much terror, but our feeble heart contain.
But our old subtle foe.
From fry pan to fire at dawn and night.