Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: sleepy

  • Fatigue

    Fatigue, I wonder why your name Is as you, Why you stress and bother me Even without an offense I wonder why you break my bones So that I may only feel limp And sit watching the hours fly by You tickle my nose, to mildly snore And breathed on me a heavy sleep

  • August night poems

    THE NIGHT The night is full of fresh air One which come with the wind Talking of the Wind, she is irresistable Sweetly, comely to the flesh of men And a quick aid to the lullaby’s effort RAIN It seem it will pour heavily, sometime later For the Lightning had come to snap pictures Of…