Poems About Ai Ogwaga Published by Members Recently Online
#AiOgwaga
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
449 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
449 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
449 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
449 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
9th Oct 2020 8:26pm
Eight-Year-Old Boy
I still remember that warm summer night,
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
The humidity doesn’t let you sleep,
Quick two-minute showers help but
Before you know it, you’re sweating again.
Drinking water also works
But getting up in the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
For an eight-year-old boy, it’s scary.
The roof laminates are thin,
And when it rains it’s really loud,
You can hear everything through the house,
On quiet nights you can hear cats,
And sometimes even a mouse.
One particular night,
I got up to use the bathroom,
But before I...
#children
#Halloween
#scary
#memories
#AiOgwaga
449 reads
12 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
511 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
511 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
511 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
763 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
763 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
763 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
1st Nov 2020 9:46am
The Dawn
now that you are gone…
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
..may I for once unfossiliferously
rewind unto those dungeons of
doggoned hollows
... all that has but sacrilegiously been
the lifeline currency coinage that you count
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...
if not to the core of l o v e, awaiting in gracious
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...
#love
#hope
#memories
#freedom
#AiOgwaga
763 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ai Ogwaga Published by Members Recently Online
#AiOgwaga is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
